She remembered that this man was seated next to that Simeon who had been so bitter against her and pronounced upon her the cruel sentence of death, also that some one in the crowd had addressed him as Simon, the son of Gioras, none other than the savage general whom the Jews had admitted into the city to make way upon the Zealot, John of Gischala.

From that day to this she had heard nothing of him till now they met again, the judge and the victim, caught in a common net.

Presently, in the confusion they were brought together and he knew her.
"Are you Miriam, the grand-daughter of Benoni ?" he asked.
"I am Miriam," she answered, "whom you, Simon, and your fellows doomed to a cruel death, but who have been preserved----" "-- --To walk in a Roman Triumph.

Better that you had died, maiden, at the hands of your own people." "Better that you had died, Simon, at your own hands, or at those of the Romans." "That I am about to do," he replied bitterly.

"Fear not, woman, you will be avenged." "I ask no vengeance," she answered.