We are many leagues from home." "So am I," Laodice said wearily.
"Jerusalem ?" the shepherd asked, glad he had brought out a response.
"No?
Yet all Judea is going to Jerusalem at this time.

Are you fugitives ?" Momus nodded.
"Come then to Pella," the shepherd urged.

"You will be fed there; Titus will not come there.

We are poor but we are happy--and we are safe." Laodice thanked him so inertly that he sensed her disinterest, and while he sat looking at her, searching his heart for something kind to say, she put out her hand impulsively and took his.
"God keep thee and forget thy heresy," she said.

"If thou livest in Pella, Pella is indeed happy." He laughed with a flush stealing up under the brown of his cheeks.