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From the hands of Annas, Jesus was led directly to the home of the high priest which adjoined the Temple. The journey, which on foot took less than twenty minutes, was made in silence, commanded by the guards; at that hour it was like the very belly of darkness, and the narrow, coiling Jerusalem streets were deserted. Except for the hired mob, and Judas and the Roman soldiers, almost no one saw the dismal procession on its way to the judgment.
Outside the priest's front door they waited for orders from Caiphas-the mob surging around Jesus who, wrists bound, stood erect between two soldiers. Not once did the luminous dark eyes turn; had He looked left, He might have seen a stout figure warming tough old hands nervously above a pan of coals. Peter!