They were gaunt and bony creatures.

Hunger had wasted their sallow cheeks, and the air of noisome dungeons had sunken their rheumy eyes.

Their clothes were soiled rags, and over them, and concealing them down to their waists and yet lower, hung the deep, rich, velvet pall, with its long silk fringes.

In front walked the two remaining prisoners, each bearing a great plume in his left hand--the right arm, as well as the right leg, being chained.

On either side was a soldier, carrying a lighted lantern, which burnt small and feeble in the twilight, and last of all came Israel himself, unsupported and alone.
Thus they passed through the little crowd of idlers that had congregated at the door, through the streets of the Mellah and out into the marketplace, and up the narrow lane that leads to the chief town gate.
There is something in the very nature of power that demands homage, and the people of Tetuan could not deny it to Israel.