Whosoever will fight to-morrow under the banner of the Lord, shall have free plunder of the Jews' quarter, outrage and murder only forbidden.

As I have said it, God do so to me, and more also, if there be a Jew left in Alexandria by to-morrow at noon.

Go.' And the staff of orderlies filed out, thanking Heaven that they had a leader so prompt and valiant, and spent the next hour over the hall fire, eating millet cakes, drinking bad beer, likening Cyril to Barak, Gideon, Samson, Jephtha, Judas Maccabeus, and all the worthies of the Old Testament, and then started on their pacific errand.
Philammon was about to follow them, when Cyril stopped him.
'Stay, my son; you are young and rash, and do not know the city.

Lie down here and sleep in the anteroom.

Three hours hence the sun rises, and we go forth against the enemies of the Lord.' Philammon threw himself on the floor in a corner, and slumbered like a child, till he was awakened in the gray dawn by one of the parabolani.
'Up, boy! and see what we can do.