He hadn’t understood it, then. He did not really understand now–his head only knew that when it had to be one or the other, there was not much else you could do but pay away your own life for the Tribe’s. But something deep within him understood that it was not only among those who had followed the dark, ancient ways of the Earth Mother that the King died for the People; only among the Sun People the King himself chose when the time was come. (from The Mark of the Horse Lord by Rosemary Sutcliff)
On this Good Friday my heart is grateful for a King who chose Himself when the time had come, and chose to pay away His own life for mine and yours.