“Woe, woe to Jerusalem!” said the voice.  “Woe, woe to the City and the Temple!”

They shuddered, and as it seemed to them, all the listening thousands within reach of that mournful cry shuddered also.

“Aye!” repeated Ithiel, “woe to Jerusalem, for yonder comes her doom.”

Now on the more rocky ground the dust grew thinner, and through it they could distinguish the divisions of the mighty army of destroyers.  First came thousands of Syrian allies and clouds of scouts and archers, who searched the country far and wide.  Next appeared the road-makers and the camp-setters, the beasts of burden with the general’s baggage and its great escort, followed by Titus himself, his bodyguard and officers, by pikemen and by horsemen.  Then were seen strange and terrible-looking engines of war beyond count, and with them the tribunes, and the captains of cohorts and their guards who preceded the engines, and that “abomination of desolation,” the Roman Eagles, surrounded by bands of trumpeters, who from time to time uttered their loud, defiant note.  After them marched the vast army in ranks six deep, divided into legions and followed by their camp-bearers and squadrons of horse.  Lastly were seen the packs of baggage, and mercenaries by thousands and tens of thousands.  On the Hill of Saul the great host halted and began to encamp.  An hour later a band of horsemen five or six hundred strong emerged out of this camp and marched along the straight road to Jerusalem.

“It is Titus himself,” said Ithiel.  “See, the Imperial Standard goes before him.”

On they came till, from their lofty perch, Miriam, who was keen-sighted, could see their separate armour and tell the colour of their horses.  Eagerly she searched them with her eyes, for well she guessed that Marcus would be one of those who accompanied his general upon this service.  That plumed warrior might be he, or that with the purple cloak, or that who galloped out from near by the Standard on an errand.  He was there; she was sure he was there, and yet they were as far apart as when the great sea rolled between them.

Now, as they reconnoitred and were passing the Tower of Women, of a sudden the gate opened, and from alleys and houses where they had lain in ambush were poured out thousands of Jews.  Right through the thin line of horsemen they pierced, uttering savage cries, then doubled back upon the severed ends.  Many were cut down; Miriam could see them falling from their horses.  The Imperial Standard sank, then rose and sank again to rise once more.  Now dust hid the combat, and she thought that all the Romans must be slain.  But no, for presently they began to appear beyond the dust, riding back by the way they had come, though fewer than they were.  They had charged through the multitude of Jews and escaped.  But who had escaped and who were left behind?  Ah! that she could not tell; and it was with a sick and anxious heart that Miriam descended the steps of the tower into the darkness of the caves.