And then there was that servant of the high priest
who was—remember?—
struck at, impetuously, by one of us. One of those, that is,
on the right side. And a brave man too, when the crunch came.
For surely he risked by such a blow
on behalf of the friend he addressed as "Lord"
being then and there cut down himself.
He's plain enough!
(All through time!) The good one, with sword in hand. But that
other man, that random servant—suddenly caught up, by a fluke it seems,
in the whole vast drama about to begin—
now there's a character with a question mark!
His right ear severed. Zip, like that. Then touched, and restored,
by the very fellow they had come to seize.
What in the world did he make of it?
