Now the white walls were no longer white, and the white city upon the white hill was turned to red.
And lo! Judas arrived.

He arrived bowing low, bending his back, cautiously and timidly protruding his ugly, bumpy head--just exactly as his acquaintances had described.

He was spare and of good height, almost the same as that of Jesus, who stooped a little through the habit of thinking as He walked, and so appeared shorter than He was.

Judas was to all appearances fairly strong and well knit, though for some reason or other he pretended to be weak and somewhat sickly.

He had an uncertain voice.