They had cut off her long dark hair, put a painful crown on her head and given her an obscene wooden sceptre. But she didn't care any more, after all that they had done to her the last few hours. She was grateful for having got back the loincloth, but she knew they would rip it off again while beating her through the crowded streets. And then they would use that wooden stick on her in a most shameful way to drive her to the crucifixion site...