It was a brown calf-bound book, much worn, and on its title-page it bore the title of 'The Wars of Jerusalem,' of Flavius Josephus, translated by S.Calmet, and a date somewhere in the middle of the eighteenth century.

To this antique fare the boy settled himself down.

The two collies lay couched beside him; a stone-chat perched on one or other of the great blocks which lay scattered over the heath gave out his clinking note; while every now and then the loud peevish cluck of the grouse came from the distant sides of the Scout.
Titus was now making his final assault on the Temple.

The Zealots were gathered in the innermost court, frantically beseeching Heaven for a sign; the walls, the outer approaches of the Sanctuary were choked with the dying and the dead.

David sat absorbed, elbows on knees, his face framed in his hands.