Thought I, where is the majesty of order and the beauty of strength that was this place?
And then," his voice fell to a whisper, "beshrew the boy's tattle, I said, the footprints of his Prophet before the throne of Herod are erased." "Even then," she whispered when he paused, "you do not forget!" "No! Why, these streets, that should ring for me with the footsteps of all the great from the days of David, are marked by the passage of that Prophet.

I might forget that Felix and Florus and Gessius were legates in that Roman residence, but I do not fail to remember that they took that Prophet before Pilate there.

By my soul, the street that leads north hath become the way of the Cross, and there are three crosses for me on the Hill of the Skull!" She looked at him gravely and with alarm.

What was it in this history of the Nazarene which won aristocrats and shepherds alike?
She would see from this man if there were indeed any truth in the story that Philadelphus had told her.
"I have heard," she began, faltering, "I have heard that--" She stopped.

Her tongue would not shape the story.