But come, let us seek Appius at the beacon-fire." On all sides the great shadow was now thick-sown with stars.

The group of horsemen, with colors flying, rode swiftly down the broad way to Jerusalem.

Suddenly they drew rein.

Great surges of song were rolling in upon this rounded isle from off the immeasurable, mighty deep of the heavens.

Beating of drums, and waving of banners, and trumpet-sounds, and battle-cries of them unborn were in that new song--so it seemed to those who heard it.