To honor an ancient tradition, according to which the goods of the condemned to death were destined for them, the Centurions were playing dice to win the worn clothes of the Messiah.
“This is mine!” interrupted them the Elder! Without waiting for their answer he picked up the beautiful purple cloak from the ground, which someone had thrown on the shoulders of the Nazarene during the Via Crucis to mock him. The soldiers raised their heads, ready to protest, but at the sight of Sir Jonathan’s glacial eyes they looked away and resumed playing, without dare saying a word. He put on the cloak and climbed hopefully on a bump near the cross, he was convinced that the suffering of Jesus would soon become too excruciating to prevent him from giving in. And he knew to be his one salvation way, so h
