The three, alone, were taking Jerusalem.
Philadelphus looked at their tall shapes, black against the remote illumination of the Roman camp, and inwardly hoped that they would hold off complete destruction of the city, until he had found the desirable woman.
No one noticed him; men passed him like shadows with their eyes ever on the ground; no one spoke; nothing disturbed the deadly quiet of the falling city.
But the next minute, Philadelphus, who walked alertly, saw people step out into gutters or press against walls, as if to allow some one to pass.

Awakening interest ran abroad over the street ahead of him.

A lane between the wandering multitude opened almost by magic.

Through it, walking swiftly, his head up, his mystic eyes ignited, came Seraiah, soldier of Jehovah.

There was no sound of his footfall.