They had passed miles of streets; they had trodden the Sacred Way bordered by fanes innumerable and adorned with statues set on columns; and now marched up the steep slope that was crowned by the glorious temple of Jupiter Capitolinus.

As they began to climb it guards broke into their lines, and seizing the chain that hung about the neck of Simon, dragged him away.
"Whither do they take you ?" asked Miriam as he passed her.
"To what I desire--death," he answered, and was gone.
Now the Caesars, dismounting from their chariots, took up their stations by altars at the head of the steps, while beneath them, rank upon rank, gathered all those who had shared their Triumph, each company in its allotted place.

Then followed a long pause, the multitude waiting for Miriam knew not what.

Presently men were seen running from the Forum up a path that had been left open, one of them carrying in his hand some object wrapped in a napkin.

Arriving in face of the Caesars he threw aside the cloth and held up before them and in sight of all the people the grizzly head of Simon, the son of Gioras.