More is known about you, Caleb, then you think, and perhaps you also would make friends among the Romans." Caleb made no answer, for he knew the venom and power of this Zealot Simeon, who was the chosen friend and instrument of the savage John of Gischala.

Only he looked at Miriam with sad eyes, and, muttering "You would have it so, I can do no more.

Farewell," left her to her fate.
So there in the red light of the sunset, with her hands bound, a placard setting out her shame upon her breast, and chained like a wild beast to the column of marble, Miriam was left alone.

Walking as near to the little battlement as the length of her chain would allow, she looked down into the Court of Israel, where many of the Zealots had gathered to catch sight of her.

So soon as they saw her they yelled and hooted and cast a shower of stones, one of which struck her on the shoulder.