In front of the warriors walked Judas Iscariot quickly, and sharply turning his quick eye, searched for Jesus.

He found Him, rested his look for an instant upon His tall, slender figure, and quickly whispered to the priests: "Whomsoever I shall kiss, that same is He.

Take Him and lead Him cautiously.

Lead Him cautiously, do you hear ?" Then he moved quickly to Jesus, who waited for him in silence, and he directed his straight, sharp look, like a knife, into His calm, darkened eyes.
"Hail, Master!" he said loudly, charging his words of usual greeting with a strange and stern meaning.
But Jesus was silent, and the disciples looked at the traitor with horror, not understanding how the soul of a man could contain so much evil.

Iscariot threw a rapid glance at their confused ranks, noticed their quiver, which was about to turn into a loud, trembling fear, noticed their pallor, their senseless smiles, the drowsy movements of their hands, which seemed as though fettered in iron at the shoulders--and a mortal sorrow began to burn in his heart, akin to the sorrow Christ had experienced before.