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The City of Delight

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The Maccabee rode on, unconscious of Julian's critical gaze. The smile

on his lips flickered now brightly, now very faint. The incident in

the hills had not made him entirely happy, but it had awakened in him

something which was latent in him, something which he had never felt

before, but which held a sweet familiarity that the blood of his

fathers in him had recognized.

Julian was intensely disgusted and disappointed. But there was still a

sensation of shock on his shoulder where the Maccabee's iron hand had

rested and his famous caution stood him in stead at this moment when a

quarrel with such intense and executive earnestness in his companion's

manner might prove disastrous. If quarrel they must before they

reached Emmaus, now but a few leagues east of them, he must insure

himself against defeat much less likely to be suffered from a man

reluctant to quarrel. He had been hunting for a pretext ever since

they had left Cæsarea, but this one, suddenly opened to him, startled

him. He admitted now that it would not be wise to force a fight.

Whatever must be done should be done with least danger to himself. It

were better, he believed, to allay suspicion.

He spoke.

"How far is it to Jerusalem?"

"About eighty furlongs."

"Then if we continue, we shall approach the gates after nightfall."

"We shall not continue," Philadelphus remarked. "We shall halt at

Emmaus."

"Do you think it would be better for us to camp here in the hills

rather than to stop without the walls of Jerusalem between the city

forces and the winter garrison of Titus and await the opening of the

Gates?" Julian asked after thought.

"We shall wait in Emmaus," the Maccabee repeated, his soul too filled

with dream to note the change in his companion's manner.

"You have already lost three days," Julian charged him irritably.

"Jerusalem may be besieged; it may be long before I can ride in the

wilderness again," the Maccabee answered.

"Right; your next journey through this place may be afoot--at the end

of a chain," Julian averred.

The Maccabee raised his brows.

"Losing courage at the last end of the journey?" he inquired.

"No! I never have believed in this project," Julian declared.

"Why?"

"Who believes in the prospects of a man determined to leap into

Hades?"

But the Maccabee was already riding on with his head lifted, his eyes

set upon the blue shadows on the western slopes of hills, lifted

against the early morning sun. Julian went on.

"You go, cousin, on a mission mad enough to measure up with the antics

of the frantic citizens of Jerusalem. It will not be even a glorious

defeat. You will be swallowed up in an immense calamity too tremendous

to offer publicity to so infinitesimal a detail as the death of one

Philadelphus Maccabaeus. Agrippa has deserted the city and when a

Herod lets go of his own, his own is not worth the holding. The city

is torn between factions as implacable as the sea and the land. The

conservatives are either dead or fled; pillage and disorder are the

main motives of all that are left. And Titus advances with four

legions. What can you hope for this mob of crazed Jews?"

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