Also--where could they go who had no friends, since all Christians had been expelled the city?
No, there was but one chance for them--to conceal themselves.
Nehushta looked round her for a hiding-place, and in this matter, as in others on that day, fortune favoured them.

This street in the old days, when Caesarea was called Strato's Tower, had been built upon an inner wall of the city, now long dismantled.

At a distance of a few yards from where Nehushta had stopped stood an ancient gateway, unused save at times by beggars who slept under it, which led nowhere, for the outer arch of it was bricked up.

Into this gateway Nehushta bore her mistress unobserved, to find to her relief that it was quite untenanted, though a still smouldering fire and a broken amphora containing clean water showed her that folk had slept there who could find no better lodging.
So far so good; but here it would be scarcely safe to hide, as the tenants or others might come back.

Nehushta looked around.