The priests flushed crimson. The people watched them stalk into the inner court. Judas saw the hatred on their faces and knew that they would never be satisfied until they had killed Jesus. He was glad now that he had gone over to their side. "We had better leave this place!" whispered Andrew to Peter. He looked toward the gate where the priests had gone. But Jesus was talking to the people again. "He will never leave!" answered Peter. Panic seized the Zealot. "Come on! We must get out of here!" He kept looking at the guards in the tower. "What are you thinking of?" demanded Peter, turning on him. "We can't leave the Master alone!" "I'm not going to be caught like a rat in a trap!" The Zealot looked at the high walls around them. "I will not leave this place until the Master does," declared James firmly. "You will never get out," warned the Zealot. "Just the same, I'm staying," repeated James stubbornly. All day the crowd listened eagerly to every word that Jesus spoke. Even in their despair the disciples knew that Jesus would consider the day well spent. "How I wish he would leave!" burst out John, late that afternoon. "Where will we eat the Passover meal tonight?" During a pause he asked Jesus the question. "You and Peter go into the city," answered Jesus. "You will meet a man carrying a water jar. Follow him to his house. Tell the owner that the Rabbi says, 'Where is the room in which I am to eat the Passover with my disciples?' This man will show you a large room upstairs, with table and couches arranged for us. Prepare the Passover meal there." The two disciples were amazed: Jesus had planned the meal ahead of time! Glad to get out of the Temple, they did as they were told. At twilight, Jesus and the others arrived. All except Jesus were completely worn out. They had given up all hope. Who could tell what might happen before this night was over? Like men in a daze, the disciples washed their hands in basins which Peter and John had filled with water. Then they lay down on the couches around the table. But Jesus did not immediately lie down with the others. Curiously the men watched him take off his robe and tie a towel around his waist. He began to pour water into a basin. Then Jesus carried the basin to where Andrew lay and knelt at his couch. The fisherman hardly knew what to say. Slaves and servants washed the feet of guests! Silently Jesus washed the feet of all the Twelve, coming last to Simon Peter. "Master! You shall not do this for me!" He drew away from Jesus, who was kneeling at the foot of his couch. "Peter, you do not understand why I am doing this--but very soon you will!" "I will never let you wash my feet!" protested Peter. "Unless I wash your feet," answered Jesus gravely, "you cannot share in my suffering and my glory." Peter realized how much this act meant to Jesus. "O Master, wash my head and my hands too!"