"One cometh!" With a rattle and clang of falling bars and chains the gate of the Old Wall swung.
Disregarding the known wishes of Titus, two of the legionaries simultaneously let fly their javelins.

But the mute, hobbling uncertainly, was not a steady mark and under the whistle of arrows received and sent, he blundered up the causeway leading to the Gate of the Old Wall, and the portal slowly and ponderously closed behind him.
Wild howls of derision and exultation went up from the Jews.

Many of the soldiers clambered down to satisfy their curiosity about the latest addition to the starving garrison.

But he proved to be a deformed old man, mute and weary, who was distressed for fear he would be detained by them and who hobbled out into the besieged city and posted as fast as his legs could carry him toward the house of Amaryllis, the Seleucid.
But at the edge of a great open space where the Herodian palaces had stood he came upon a concourse which seemed to be all Jerusalem.

It was a gaunt horde, shouting, raging, prophesying and drowning the roar of battle at the Temple fortifications with the sound of religious frenzy.
Momus, fresh from the orderly camp of Titus, was struck with terror.
He would have retreated and followed some side street toward his destination, when he caught sight of a girl on the very outskirts of this mob.