“Of course it was Judas.” Peter gave a barely audible sigh of relief. “Who else could it be? The man was a thief. There were no doubts about it.” Peter kept listing in his thoughts the shortcomings of his companion. “And there was something in the man’s eyes.” Peter never trusted him. Good to have things eventually named: yeah, Judas was a traitor.
Peter made himself more comfortable at the table and allowed his thoughts to drift away. Jesus was going to need him. If the Master was truly in danger, Peter would have to protect him. The disciple watched with his inner eyes the heroic battles ahead of him. He looked eventually at Jesus’ pale face. “I’ll never leave you!” Peter’s voice was full of confidence. “I’m ready to give my life for you!”
And he believed in his own promises, back then, surrounded with the warm tranquillity of the upper room. Now, his self-reliance dispersed completely in the light of the dawning day. Maybe if he got another chance, if anyone else asked him about his friendship with the Master? Peter looked around, but everyone had fixed their gaze on the figure of Jesus. The cockerel’s call had grown silent. The Master turned around and looked into Peter’s eyes.