Come to the roof, whence we can see what passes," and hand in hand they ran to the sea-portico and up its steep steps.
The dawn was just breaking, but looking from the walled roof they had no need of its light, since everywhere in the dim city below and in Palaetyrus on the mainland, houses flared like gigantic torches.

In their red glare they could see the thousands of the attackers dragging out their inmates to death, or thrusting them back into the flames, while the night was made horrible with the shouts of the maddened mob, the cries of the victims and the crackling roar of burning houses.
"Oh! Christ have mercy on them," sobbed Miriam.
"Why should He ?" asked Nehushta.

"They slew Him and rejected Him; now they pay the price He prophesied.

May He have mercy on us, His servants." "He would not have spoken thus," said Miriam indignantly.
"Nay, but justice speaks.

Those who take the sword shall perish by the sword.