Once more noise and shouting.

They are scourging Him again.

They do not understand, they have not guessed, they are beating Him harder, more cruelly than ever.

The fires burn out, covered with ashes, and the smoke above them is as transparently blue as the air, and the sky as bright as the moon.

It is the day approaching.
"What is day ?" asks Judas.
And lo! everything begins to glow, to scintillate, to grow young again, and the smoke above is no longer blue, but rose-coloured.