He was arrayed in a white linen robe, over which hung a woollen cloak such as shepherds wear, and he carried in his hand a long thornwood staff.

His face was splendid and very handsome, and his black eyes flashed like fire.

He walked forward slowly, looking neither to the left nor the right, and the throng made way for him as though he were a prince.

Indeed, I thought that they showed more fear of him than of any prince, since they shrank from him as he came.

Nor was he alone, for after him walked another man who was very like to him, but as I judged, still older, for his beard, which hung down to his middle, was snow-white as was the hair on his head.