And as she walked she heard the footsteps of the two men behind her.
Up in the chaos of fallen columns, she stood a moment with her hands pressed over her eyes.

Only little by little was she able to permit the full blaze of the Judean sun to reach them.

The uproar on Jerusalem after the muffled silence of the underground cavern filled her with terror, and she pressed close to the shelter of the entrance until the woman at her side reassured her.
"It is nothing," the woman said, with a dreary patience.

"It is as it was yesterday.

I come here every day.