But, Tirzah, the soldiers are not all killed." She threw her arms around his neck, as if to hold him back.
"We are so happy! Stay at home, my brother." "Home cannot always be what it is.

You yourself will be going away before long." "Never!" He smiled at her earnestness.
"A prince of Judah, or some other of one of the tribes, will come soon and claim my Tirzah, and ride away with her, to be the light of another house.

What will then become of me ?" She answered with sobs.
"War is a trade," he continued, more soberly.

"To learn it thoroughly, one must go to school, and there is no school like a Roman camp." "You would not fight for Rome ?" she asked, holding her breath.
"And you--even you hate her.

The whole world hates her.