He said, “A vine truss, bruised in the wine-press!”
And at the head of the grave stood a cross, and on its foot lay a crown
of thorns.
And as I turned to go, I looked backward. The wine-press and the
banquet-house were gone; but the grave yet stood.
And when I came to the edge of a long ridge there opened out before me
a wide plain of sand. And when I looked downward I saw great stones lie
shattered; and the desert sand had half covered them over.