With a shrug of the shoulder Marcus also turned to go, when he felt a shadow fall upon him, and swung round, to find Nehushta at his side.
"And pray where did you come from, my Libyan friend ?" he asked.
"Out of that pomegranate fence, my Roman lord, whence I have seen and heard all that passed." "Indeed.

Then I hope that you give me credit for good sword-play and good temper." "The sword-play was well enough, though nothing to boast of with such a madman for a foe.

As for the temper, it was that of a fool." "Such," soliloquised Marcus, "is the reward of virtue.

But I am curious.
Why ?" "Because, my lord Marcus, this Caleb will grow into the most dangerous man in Judaea, and to none more dangerous than to my lady Miriam and yourself.

You should have killed him while you had the chance, before his turn comes to kill you." "Perhaps," answered Marcus with a yawn; "but, friend Nehushta, I have been associating with a Christian and have caught something of her doctrines.