Behold, thy King cometh unto thee with justice and salvation; lowly, and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt, the foal of an ass.'" Ben-Hur looked away.
"What see you, O my master ?" "Rome!" he answered, gloomily--"Rome, and her legions.

I have dwelt with them in their camps.

I know them." "Ah!" said Simonides.

"Thou shalt be a master of legions for the King, with millions to choose from." "Millions!" cried Ben-Hur.
Simonides sat a moment thinking.
"The question of power should not trouble you," he next said.
Ben-Hur looked at him inquiringly.
"You were seeing the lowly King in the act of coming to his own," Simonides answered--"seeing him on the right hand, as it were, and on the left the brassy legions of Caesar, and you were asking, What can he do ?" "It was my very thought." "O my master!" Simonides continued.

"You do not know how strong our Israel is.