At the entrance, I had posted a sentry; none of us believed that any one had seen us take refuge in that crypt.

Indeed, we were all frank in our congratulations and defiant in our security.

Suddenly, I saw half of my army scuttle to cover; the rest stood transfixed in their tracks.

I looked up and there before me in the firelight stood a young man, whom I had not, I am convinced, brought in with me.

He was tall, comely, dressed as I have seen the Hindu priests dress in Ephesus, but in garments that were fairly radiant for whiteness.