The brethren waxed rich, and after their midday meal they talked of the exceeding good fortune that had been vouchsafed to them, dwelling on the matter so earnestly that a scruple sometimes rose up in their hearts.  Did we do well to forgo all troubles?  Do the selfish find favour in God’s sight? they were asking, when Caleb said:  we have visitors to-day, and looking across the chasm they saw three men emerging from the shadow of the high rock.  They may be robbers, Benjamin cried, and we would do well to tell the brethren working along the terraces to pass the word down to him who stands by the bridge-head that he is to raise the bridge and refuse to lower it till the strangers speak to him of their intentions and convince him that they are peaceful.  That is well said, Benjamin, Eleazar replied:  Amos, who is standing by the fig-tree yonder, will pass on the word.  They cried out to him and watched the warning being passed from Essene to Essene till it reached the brother standing by the bridge-head.  He looked in the direction of the strangers coming down the path, and then in haste set himself to pull the ropes and press the levers whereby the bridge was raised and lowered.  Now they are speaking across the brook to each other, Benjamin said:  and the group on the balcony saw the bridge being let down for the strangers to cross over.  It seems to me, Benjamin continued, Bartholomew might have spent more time inquiring out their intentions.  But we are many and they are few, Caleb answered, and the Essenes on the balcony watched somewhat anxiously Bartholomew conducting the strangers back and forth through the terraces.  Is not Bartholomew as trustworthy as any amongst us?  Eleazar asked.  It isn’t likely that he would mistake robbers for pilgrims; and as if Bartholomew divined the anxiety of those above him he called up the rocks that the visitors he was bringing were Essenes from the lake.  Essenes from the lake!  Caleb cried.  Then we shall learn, Eleazar replied, which is preferable, celibacy or marriage.  But we mustn’t speak at once to them of such matters.  We must prepare food for them, which they will require after their long journey.  Our president will be with you in a moment, Bartholomew said, addressing Shallum, a tall thin man, whose long neck, sloping shoulders and dark round eyes reminded his brethren of an ungainly bird.  His companions, Shaphan and Eleakim, were of different appearances.  Shaphan’s skull, smooth and glistening, rose, a great dome above a crumpled face; he moped like a sick monkey, dashing tears from his eyes continually, whereas Eleakim, a sprightly little fellow with half-closed eyes like a pig, agreed that Shallum should speak for them.  Shallum began:  we are, as you have already heard, from the great cenoby at the head of the lake and, therefore, I need not tell you the reason why you are here and why the residue are yonder, but will confine myself to the story of our flight from the lake to the brook.