An hour later a band of horsemen five or six hundred strong emerged out of this camp and marched along the straight road to Jerusalem.
"It is Titus himself," said Ithiel.

"See, the Imperial Standard goes before him." On they came till, from their lofty perch, Miriam, who was keen-sighted, could see their separate armour and tell the colour of their horses.
Eagerly she searched them with her eyes, for well she guessed that Marcus would be one of those who accompanied his general upon this service.

That plumed warrior might be he, or that with the purple cloak, or that who galloped out from near by the Standard on an errand.

He was there; she was sure he was there, and yet they were as far apart as when the great sea rolled between them.
Now, as they reconnoitred and were passing the Tower of Women, of a sudden the gate opened, and from alleys and houses where they had lain in ambush were poured out thousands of Jews.

Right through the thin line of horsemen they pierced, uttering savage cries, then doubled back upon the severed ends.