"My mother taught me to look for him.

That was before the evil days." "And you learned what of her ?" "Little save the long hope.

She taught me an old chant of the coming.
If you wish, I will sing it." Being bidden, he sang, as she had sung who hushed the revels of Antipater, of signs and fears and of arrows to fly as the lightning.
Words, melody, emotion, the note of inveterate wrong, were those of the slave-girl.
"The same nose and blue eyes, and fair, curly locks--the same feeling and chant of faith," said Vergilius, thoughtfully.

"Did you not live in Galilee and suffer ill fortune ?" "We lived in Galilee, and, by-and-by, were as those hurled into Gehenna." "And have you a sister in Rome ?" "I have a sister, but know not where she may be.

Cyran the Beloved, so my mother called her." Then Vergilius told his companion how he had won her from the son of Herod and left her in the keeping of Arria.