Thence they rode to Jerusalem.

The troop had dwindled to a squad of six, and came slowly into the ancient capital at dawn.

From afar they could hear bugles at the castle of Antonia.
"They are changing the guard," Manius remarked.
Having entered the city gates, they passed throngs of cattle and their drivers and many worshippers hurrying to the temple.

One of the latter stopped, and, pointing to the eagles and the medallion of Augustus on their signa, shouted loudly: "I thank Thee, O God, and the God of my fathers, that I am not of them who provoke Thine anger with the graven image." A chant of many voices from the temple roof floated over the plain, saying: "The light has come as far as Hebron." Vergilius turned, looking up at the splendid Doric temple of Jerusalem.
As he looked, the sun's rays fell on a great, golden lantern before a thicket of high columns in its eastern portico.

It was the signal for another outburst of trumpets.
"They are now making incense for the nostrils of Jehovah," said Manius.
"Soon they will offer him one of the most beautiful lambs in Judea." In a few moments they drew up at the castle of Antonia.