Not one of the figures on the wall was veiled.

Not one woman, therefore, had as yet been permitted to leave the perfumed dimness of the harems, even for this stupendous event in the city's history.

So far as the Master could judge, Captain Alden, lithely galloping close behind him, was the only woman visible in all that multitude.
With a bold clatter of hoofs, now loudly echoed and hurled back by the walls, the cavalcade burst up to the city like the foam-crest of a huge, white wave.

For a moment, as the Master's horse whirled him in under the gate, he cast a backward glance at the plain and along the battlements.
That glance showed him a small, white-clad band of Arabs trudging afoot over the green expanse--the men who, dismounting, had given their horses to the Legionaries.

It showed him the pinions of _Nissr_ gleaming like snow on the velvet plain; showed him, too, the vast sweep of the city's walls.
Those walls, no less than a hundred feet high, were cunningly loopholed for defense.