"And now go, mother.
My friends are waking.

They must not see Me cast down." He arose from this sweet rest.

The disciples raised their heads one after another.
"Did you get some rest, Master ?" asked Simon.
He answered: "Better rest than you had." A messenger who had been sent out returned with a basket, and they paid him with a little gold ring, the last to be found on the fingers of the wanderers.

They ate, and rejoiced over God's beautiful world and its gifts, and then prepared for further wanderings, Whither?
Towards the metropolis.
Mary stood behind the rocks and gazed after Him as long as He was visible in the haze of the Galilean sun..