again till evening. Nehushta, however, who did not go to sleep, and
Amram, employed themselves in watching the events that passed in the
city below. From this height they could see the great square surrounding
the palace, and the strange scenes being enacted therein. It was crowded
by thousands of people, for the most part seated on the ground, clad in
garments of sack-cloth and throwing dust upon the heads of themselves,
their wives and children. From all this multitude a voice of
supplication rose to heaven, which, even at that distance, reached the
ears of Nehushta and her companion in a murmur of sound, constant and
confused.

"They pray that the king may live," said Amram.

"And I pray that he may die," answered Nehushta.

The merchant shrugged his shoulders. "I care nothing either way,
provided that the peace is not disturbed to the injury of trade. On the
whole, however, he is a good king who causes money to be spent, which is
what kings are for--in Judæa--where they are but feathers puffed up by
the breath of Cæsar, to fall if he cease to blow. But look!"

As he spoke, a figure appeared upon the steps of the palace who made
some communication to the crowd, whereon a great wail went up to the
very skies.

"You have your wish," said Amram; "Herod is dead or dying, and now,
I suppose, as his son is but a child, that we shall be ruled by some
accursed thief of a Roman procurator with a pocket like a sack without a
bottom. Surely that old bishop of yours who preached in the amphitheatre
this morning, must have had a hint of what was coming, from his familiar