that He had come to give freedom to the captives.

No one present seemed conscious that all that was going on here

was the greatest blasphemy and a supreme mockery of that same

Christ in whose name it was being done. No one seemed to realise

that the gilt cross with the enamel medallions at the ends, which

the priest held out to the people to be kissed, was nothing but

the emblem of that gallows on which Christ had been executed for

denouncing just what was going on here. That these priests, who