While the degrading oaths were fresh upon Peter's lips, and the shrill 713 crowing of the cock was still ringing in his ears, the Saviour turned from the frowning judges, and looked full upon His poor disciple. At the same time Peter's eyes were drawn to his Master. In that gentle countenance he read deep pity and sorrow, but there was no anger there.

Knap havde de nedværdigende eder lydt fra Peters læber, og hanens galen lød endnu i hans øren da Frelseren vendte sig om trods dommernes truende miner og så sin stakkels discipel lige ind i ansigtet. Samtidig blev Peters blik draget mod hans Herre. I dette milde ansigt læste han dyb medlidenhed og sorg, men der fandtes ikke vrede deri.