In a little time the cohort was on its way to Jerusalem.
Arriving, it massed in front of the royal palace.

Vergilius repaired to the king's chamber.

The body of Herod was now become as an old house, its timbers sagging to their fall, its tenant trembling at dim windows while the storm beat upon it.

Shame and sorrow and remorse were racking him down.

King and kingdom were now swiftly changing.
"At last!" he piped, with quivering hands uplifted.