The moon had already risen when Jesus prepared to go to the Mount of Olives, where He had spent all His last nights.

But He tarried, for some inexplicable reason, and the disciples, ready to start, were hurrying Him.

Then He said suddenly: "He that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip; and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment and buy one.

For I say unto you that this that is written must yet be accomplished in me: 'And he was reckoned among the transgressors.'" The disciples were surprised and looked at one another in confusion.
Peter replied: "Lord, we have two swords here." He looked searchingly into their kind faces, lowered His head, and said softly: "It is enough." The steps of the disciples resounded loudly in the narrow streets, and they were frightened by the sounds of their own footsteps; on the white wall, illumined by the moon, their black shadows appeared--and they were frightened by their own shadows.

Thus they passed in silence through Jerusalem, which was absorbed in sleep, and now they came out of the gates of the city, and in the valley, full of fantastic, motionless shadows, the stream of Kedron stretched before them.