Soon all that the disciples saw was a cloud of dust.

Matthew looked searchingly at his comrades.

"Did you recognise him?
Wasn't it Saul, the dread weaver?
They were saying in the town yesterday that he was coming with a legion of soldiers to arrest the Nazarenes." Then they urged in terror; "Master, let us flee." He was not accustomed to flee before zealous Pharisees, but there was another reason for removing his innocent disciples from the atmosphere of these big cities.

Simon was always suggesting that it would be no bad thing to spend the coming Passover on the Tiber, for he felt less afraid of the heathens in Rome than of the Jews in Jerusalem.

He had no idea of what was before them.
"Not in Rome," said Jesus, "but rather in Jerusalem will we eat the Paschal lamb." Soon after they wandered forth and left the noisy seaport behind them.
As the roads became more and more unsafe, they climbed the rocks and took the way across the mountains.
The gods came down from high Olympus, the Law came down from Sinai, Light came down from Lebanon.