The Maccabee, tall on his horse, raised his fine head and searched all the brooding shapes of the hills about.
The road at this point ran through a defile.

On either side the slopes crowded upon the pass.

Above them were bold summits with groves of cedars, and in one of these the Maccabee made out a thin curl of smoke dimly illuminated by a moon-drowned fire.

Up there in the covert of the trees the girl in the silver tissue was resting from her perilous and outlawed journey.
"We will eat here," the Maccabee said abruptly to Julian.
"Eat!" Julian exclaimed.

"What ?" The Maccabee signed to the pack on Julian's horse.