THE TRIUMPH Another week went by and the eve of the Triumph was at hand.

On the afternoon before the great day sewing-women had come to the house of Gallus, bringing with them the robe that Miriam must wear.

As had been promised, it was splendid, of white silk covered with silver discs and having the picture of the gate Nicanor fashioned on the breast, but cut so low that it shamed Miriam to put it on.
"It is naught, it is naught," said Julia.

"The designer has made it thus that the multitude may see those pearls from which you take your name." But to herself she thought: "Oh! monstrous age, and monstrous men, whose eyes can delight in the disgrace of a poor unfriended maiden.

Surely the cup of iniquity of my people is full, and they shall drink it to the dregs!" That same afternoon also came an assistant of the officer, who was called the Marshal, with orders to Gallus as to when and where he was to deliver over his charge upon the morrow.