Then a dark cloud came up and for a while the holy Hill of Zion vanished utterly away.

It passed, the blue sky reappeared, and lo! the clear light streamed upon her marble palaces and clustered houses, and was reflected from the golden roofs of the Temple.

So calm and peaceful did the glorious city look that none would have deemed indeed that she was already nothing but a slaughter-house, where factions fought furiously, and day by day hundreds of Jews perished beneath the knives of their own brethren.
Caleb gave the word to break their camp, and with bodies shivering in the cold and spirits terrified by fear, they marched across the rugged hills towards the Joppa gate, noting as they passed into the valley that the country had been desolated, for but little corn sprang in the fields, and that was trodden down, while of flocks and herds they saw none.

Reaching the gate they found it shut, and there were challenged by soldiers, wild-looking men with ferocious faces of the army of Simon of Gerasa that held the Lower City.
"Who are you and what is your business ?" these asked.
Caleb set out his rank and titles, and as these did not seem to satisfy them Benoni explained that the rest of them were fugitives from Tyre, where there had been a great slaughter of the Jews.
"Fugitives always have money; best kill them," said the captain of the gate.

"Doubtless they are traitors and deserve to die." Caleb grew angry and commanded them to open, asking by what right they dared to exclude him, a high officer who had done great service in the wars.
"By the right of the strong," they answered.