Army after army in endless procession had thundered through it since the first invader humbled the glory of Canaan, and few of the historians had forgotten to record the unimportant incident.

Warfare had hurtled about it for centuries; the Roman army had come upon it and would continue to come.

It had not the spirit to resist; it was not worthy of conquest.

It simply stood in the path of events.
A single citizen appeared at the doorway of the most habitable house and looked absently over the heads of the new-comers.

As they approached, the villager did not observe them.