The first person to go out of the city upon the opening of the Sheep's Gate next morning was Amrah, basket on arm.

No questions were asked her by the keepers, since the morning itself had not been more regular in coming than she; they knew her somebody's faithful servant, and that was enough for them.
Down the eastern valley she took her way.

The side of Olivet, darkly green, was spotted with white tents recently put up by people attending the feasts; the hour, however, was too early for the strangers to be abroad; still, had it not been so, no one would have troubled her.

Past Gethsemane; past the tombs at the meeting of the Bethany roads; past the sepulchral village of Siloam she went.

Occasionally the decrepit little body staggered; once she sat down to get her breath; rising shortly, she struggled on with renewed haste.