My servant, Nehushta, would nurse him for my sake, and for my sake the Essenes, among whom I dwelt, would guard him, even to the loss of their own lives.

Unless his wound killed him I believe that Marcus is alive to-day." "And if that is so you wish to communicate with him ?" "What else, Gallus?
Say, what fate will befall me when I reach Rome ?" "You will be kept safe till Titus comes.

Then, according to his command, you must walk in his Triumph, and after that, unless he changes his mind, which is not likely, since he prides himself upon never having reversed a decree, however hastily it was made, or even added to or taken from a judgment, you must, alas! be set up in the Forum and sold as a slave to the highest bidder." "Sold as a slave to the highest bidder!" repeated Miriam faintly.

"That is a poor fate for a woman, is it not?
Had it been that daughter of yours who died, for instance, you would have thought it a poor fate for her, would you not ?" "Do not speak of it, do not speak of it," muttered Gallus into his beard.

"Well, in this, as in other things, let us hope that fortune will favour you." "I should like Marcus to learn that I am to march in the Triumph, and afterwards to be set up in the Forum and sold as a slave to the highest bidder," said Miriam.
"I should like Marcus to learn--but, in the name of the gods--how is he to learn, if he still lives?
Look you, we sail to-morrow night.