Never had anything struck him as so piteous, so unfriended, so forsaken! Yet, he thought, the man could have defended himself--he could have slain his enemies with a breath, but he would not.

What was the cup his father had given him to drink?
And who was the father to be so obeyed?
Mystery upon mystery--not one, but many.
Directly the mob started in return to the city, the soldiers in the lead.

Ben-Hur became anxious; he was not satisfied with himself.

Where the torches were in the midst of the rabble he knew the Nazarene was to be found.

Suddenly he resolved to see him again.