He walked silently in front, nibbling the grasses, which He plucked.

And gradually, one by one, the disciples craved laughing, and went over to Jesus.

So that in a short time it came about, that they were all walking ahead in a compact body, while Judas--the victor, the strong man--crept on behind, choking with dust.
And lo! they stood still, and Jesus laid His hand on Peter's shoulder, while with His other He pointed into the distance, where Jerusalem had just become visible in the smoke.

And the broad, strong back of Peter gently accepted that slight sunburnt hand.
For the night they stayed in Bethany, at the house of Lazarus.

And when all were gathered together for conversation, Judas thought that they would now recall his victory over Peter, and sat down nearer.