I beheld the procession descend the mountain bringing him.

I heard their singing.

They were beautiful with palms in motion.

I looked everywhere among them for a figure with a promise of royalty--a horseman in purple, a chariot with a driver in shining brass, a stately warrior behind an orbed shield, rivalling his spear in stature.

I looked for his guard.
It would have been pleasant to have seen a prince of Jerusalem and a cohort of the legions of Galilee." She flung her listener a glance of provoking disdain, then laughed heartily, as if the ludicrousness of the picture in her mind were too strong for contempt.
"Instead of a Sesostris returning in triumph or a Caesar helmed and sworded--ha, ha, ha!--I saw a man with a woman's face and hair, riding an ass's colt, and in tears.