He asked them if they had a Roman prisoner called Marcus hidden away among them, and when they answered that this was so, said that he had a message from Miriam which he was charged to deliver to him.

Then they led him to the garden where her workshop had been, telling him that there he would find the Roman.
Marcus was seated in the garden, basking in the sunshine, and with him Nehushta.

They were talking of Miriam--indeed, they spoke of little else.
"Alas! although I seem to know her yet alive, I fear that she must be dead," Marcus was saying.

"It is not possible that she could have lived through that night of the burning of the Temple." "It does not seem possible," answered Nehushta, "yet I believe that she did live--as in your heart you believe also.

I do not think it was fated that any Christian should perish in that war, since it has been prophesied otherwise." "Prove it to me, woman, and I should be inclined to become a Christian, but of prophecies and such vague talk I am weary." "You will become a Christian when your heart is touched and not before," answered Nehushta sharply.