She asked the innkeeper what was happening.

He replied by asking her if she did not also wish to go and see the execution.
"God forbid!" answered Mary; "happy are all who are not obliged to go." "Look, there they come!" exclaimed the inn-keeper in glad surprise.
"They'll come past here.

I really believe it's the Messiah-King! Oh, I could have let out my windows for a silver groat apiece!" The woman from Galilee wanted to go back into the house, but she was pushed aside and carried with the crowd into the narrow street, where suddenly she stood before Him! Before Jesus, her son! When He saw His mother His little remaining strength nearly forsook Him, but He managed to keep His feet.

He turned to her with a look of unspeakable sadness and love, a brief look in which lay all that a son could have to say to his mother at such a meeting.

Then they pushed Him on with blows and curses.
Mary stood as if turned to stone.