It is time
that you should break your fast, and I also must eat and have my wound
dressed. Afterwards we will talk."
All that morning Miriam saw nothing more of Gallus. Indeed, he did not
mean that she should, since he was sure that her new-found sense ought
not to be overstrained at first, lest it should break down again, never
to recover. So she went out and sat alone by the garden beach, for the
soldiers had orders to respect her privacy, and gazed at the sea.
As she sat thus in quiet, event by event the terrible past came back to
her. She remembered it all now--their flight from Tyre; the march into
Jerusalem; the sojourn in the dark with the Essenes; the Old Tower and
what befell there; the escape of Marcus; her trial before the Sanhedrim;
the execution of her sentence upon the gateway; and then that fearful
night when the flames of the burning Temple scorched to her very brain,
and the sights and sounds of slaughter withered her heart. After this
she could recall but one more thing--the vision of the majestic figure
of Benoni standing against a background of black smoke upon the lofty
cloister-roof and defying the Romans before he plunged headlong in the
flames beneath. Of her rescue on the roof of the Gate Nicanor, of her
being carried before Titus Caesar in the arms of Gallus, and of his
judgment concerning her she recollected nothing.
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