“I know not who is within,” he answered, as both he and David passed her.  Fearing treachery, they drew their swords.  Just beyond the entrance of the cave both halted.  A man stood before them, his face full of high authority, his hand raised as if to command silence.  He was garbed like a toiler and somewhat past middle age, his beard and eyebrows long and gray.  A lantern hung near his head, and well beyond him, resting peacefully on the farther floor of the cave, were horses, sheep, and oxen.  The man spoke not save by the beckon of his hand.  Without a word they followed him.  The light of the lantern seemed now to glow with exceeding brightness.  They stopped.  On the straw before them lay a beautiful young maiden, a child upon her breast.  Her arms, which encircled the babe, her hands, her head, her whole body, and the soul within had a glow of fondness.  Nature had clothed her for its great event with a fulness of beauty wonderful and yet familiar.  In her soft, blue eyes they saw that peace and love which are a part of the ancient, common miracle of God.  They saw more, even the light of the world, but were not able to understand.  Calmly she looked up at them.  Waving strands and masses of golden hair lay above her shoulders and about the head of the child upon her bosom.  It was lustrous, beautiful hair, and seemed to glow as the bearded man came near with the lantern.  What was there in the tender, peaceful look of the mother, what in her full breasts, what in the breathing of the child, what in the stir of those baby hands to make the soldier bare and bow his head?  He leaned against the rock wall of the cave and covered his eyes and thought of his beloved Arria, of his dream of home and peace and little children.  The sword fell from his hand.  A great sickness of the soul came on him as he thought of those evil days in Jerusalem and of his part in their bloody record.  There and then he flung off the fetters of king and emperor.

He knew not yet who lay before him.

As he looked through tears upon them they seemed to be covered with light as with a garment.  David knelt before the mother and child in adoration.

Vergilius, full of astonishment, turned to look around him, and saw Manius, who stood near, trembling with superstitious awe.  The wonders of the night, the great star and song in the heavens, the glowing cave, the mysterious child and mother had wrought upon him.  Were they omens of death?

“Apollo save me!” he whispered, turning to go.

David rose and approached Manius, and spoke with lifted hand.

“Apollo cannot save you,” said he.  “Kneel! kneel before the sacred mother and put all evil out of your hearts!”

Vergilius knelt, and then his enemy.  Manius began to weep.

“O God! who hast softened the heart of the world, give us peace!” said David.

Again they heard that voice which had greeted their ears in Jerusalem.  It spoke now at the entrance of the cave, saying again:  “Where is he that is born king of the Jews?”