In all the time he tarried, he made not one sound!" Laodice was looking at him with awed, but understanding eyes.
"It was Seraiah," she said in a low voice.

"He entered this place on a day last week.

All the city is afraid of him." "So my soldiers told me afterward, between chattering teeth.

He almost damped our patriotism.

We uttered our bombast, sealed our vows and made our sorties, thereafter, every man of us, with our chins over our shoulders! Spare me Seraiah! He has too much influence!" "Is he a madman ?" she asked.
"Or else a supernatural man.