They brought all their wisdom to bear on it, but could not explain it, for all it shone so brightly.

Did the gods mean to write some message?
Who could understand it?
An uncanny appearance, which no knowledge or faith could explain! The next night they did not see it, but the guiding star still went before them and yielded to no sun.
One morning, just as day began to dawn, they rode through the streets of Jericho.

A man was lying on his face in the road, and the Moor asked him why he lay in the dust.
"I lie in the dust," answered the man of Judah, "because I must practise myself in humility in order not to become too proud.

We have become great beyond measure these last days.

The King of the Jews is born, the Messiah promised of God." Then the wise man from India remembered how the Jews had been expecting their Messiah for ages, the royal deliverer from bondage.
"I thought you had King Herod," he said.
"He's not the right king," answered the man in the dust.