"'Tis a yowling breed that haunts the house of Herod." They came soon to where a throng was gathered thick, so for a little they saw not a way to pass.

In the midst were three men sitting upon tall, white camels, their trappings rich with colored silk and shining metal.
"They speak, to the people," said David.

"It must be their words are as silver and gold." "I doubt not they be story-tellers from the desert," said one behind.
The press parted; the camels had begun to move slowly.

One of their riders hailed the young commander, saying, in a voice that rang like a trumpet: "Where is he that is born king of the Jews ?" "I would I knew," was the answer of Vergilius.
"So shall ye soon," said the stranger.

"We have seen his star in the east and have come to worship him." The camels passed with long, stately strides.