The wanderer had not forgotten this.

So he effaced himself in the darkness and awaited his own turn.
He hardly knew why he had come.

For what should he ask--forgiveness or for the hope of the King who was to come?
What should he do--make atonement or promises; give an offering or ask encouragement?
He did not doubt for an instant that he had done wisely in seeking the synagogue, but what had he for it, or what had it for him?
Meanwhile the voice of the priest, disembodied in the gloom, had put off its ritualistic tone and was delivering a charge: "Since you are in haste to reach Jerusalem, you may depart, so that you will give me your word that you will in all faith abide upon the road seven days; and that at the end of the separation you will present yourselves for examination and cleansing at Jerusalem, and that you will in nowise transgress the law of separation on the journey hence." The Maccabee heard the woman give her word.

After a little further communication, he heard them move toward the entrance.
The white light from the day without revealed to him in a few steps, a veiled woman, a deformed old man and a young rabbi.

He did not need to take the evidence of her dress or of her companion to recognize under this veil the girl whom he had won from Julian of Ephesus, in the hills, that very morning.
As if in response to his inner hope that she would see him, she raised her eyes at the moment she passed, and started quickly.