Then his wife came, and entreated him not to do anything to Jesus of Nazareth.

She had had a horrible dream about Him.
She had seen Him standing in a white garment that shone like the moon.
Then he had descended into a deep abyss where the souls of the condemned were wailing, had raised them up and led them on high.

Then dreadful angels with big black wings had seized the judges, and thrown them into the abyss.

Pilate had been among them, and his cry of pain still rang in her ears.
"Don't make my head more confused than it is already with your talking," he commanded.

The noise in the street became more threatening every moment.
Jesus was exhausted, and, surrounded by guards, sat down on a stone in the courtyard of Pilate's house.