One word to him, even then, and the butt of his heavy halberd would have broken Levi's arm and laid the boy's father in the dust.

The word was not spoken.

On through the filthy ways, on and on, through narrow courts and tortuous passages to a dark low doorway.

Then, again, the vision showed but an empty street and there was silence for a space, and a horror of long waiting in the falling night.
Lights moved within the house, and then one window after another was bolted and barred from within.

Still the silence endured until the ear was grown used to it and could hear sounds very far off, from deep down below the house itself, but the walls did not open and the scene did not change.