640
Find in my heart that so long ago happened.” 
Helena spake to him in answer: 
“How has it happened among this people,
That ye so much in mind retain,
Each one of all signs, just as the Trojans 645
In fight effected?  ’Twas greater terror,[1]
Well-known old war, than this noble event,
In course of years.  Ye that can well
Quickly recount, how many there were
In number of men in that murderous fight 650
Of throwers-with-darts fallen in death
Under the shield-hedge.  Ye have the graves
Under the stone-slopes, and likewise the places
And the number of winters in writings set down.” 
Judas replied (great sorrow he bore):  655
“That work of war, we, lady mine,
Through direful need remember well,
And that tumult of war in writing set down,
The bearing of nations, but this one never
By any man’s mouth have we heard 660
Made known to men except here now.” 
The noble queen gave answer to him: 
“Thou resistest too much both truth and right
Of the tree of life, and now little before
Thou truly said’st of that victor-tree 665
To thine own people, and now turn’st to a lie.” 
To her Judas said that he spake that in sorrow
And doubt extreme, worse evil expected. 
Him quickly answered the Caesar’s mother: 
“Lo! that have we heard through holy books 670
Made known to men that there was hanged
On Calvary the King’s free child,
God’s Spirit-son.  Thou fully shalt
Wisdom reveal, as writings tell,
About the plain, where the place may be, 675
That Calvary, ere misery take thee,
Death for thy sins, that I afterwards may
Purify it at the will of Christ,
For help to men, that holy God,
Almighty Lord, the thought of my heart 680
My wish may fulfil, men’s Giver of glory,
Helper of souls.”  Her Judas answered,
Stubborn in mind:  “I know not the place
Nor aught of the plain, nor the thing do I know.” 
Helena spake with angry mind:  685
“This do I swear through the Son of the Maker
The hanged God, that with hunger thou shalt
Before thy kinsmen be put to death,
Unless thou forsake these lying tales
And plainly to me the truth make known.” 690
Then bade she with band him lead alive,
The guilty one cast (the servants delayed not)
Into a dry pit, where robbed of joy,
He lingered in sorrows seven nights’ time
Within the prison oppressed with hunger, 695
Fastened with fetters, and then gan he call,
Weakened by pains, on the seventh day,
Tired and foodless (his strength was exhausted): 
“I you beseech through heaven’s God,