ander of the cohorts," said he,
rising.

"I reserve my thanks for more information," said Vergilius.

"It will come," said Manius, who then left with the priest in his
company.

Soon the former added, in a low tone: "He may be of some value before
he dies."

"Ah, yes, but he will die young," said the other.

CHAPTER 15

Next day among his letters were two of value in the history of
Vergilius--one from the procurator, apprising him of his appointment to
command the cohorts, the other a communication with no signature, the
source of which was, in his view, quite apparent. This latter one gave
him the greater satisfaction. It conveyed, in formal script, the
following message:

"TO ONE SEEKING WISDOM IN PRAYER

"If you would share in the deliberations of the Council of the
Covenant, be at the well of Nicanor, which is opposite the tenth column
in the king's portico of the temple, at the second sounding of the
sacred horns on the Day of Atonement. There wait until one shall come
and ask what you are seeking, and you shall answer, 'Knowledge of the
one God.' Then, if he turns away, follow him and do as he bids you."

His opportunity had come. He waited with the curiosity of a child.
Soon, possibly, he should see the face of the great Lawgiver and learn
of things beyond the valley of death. If all went well he would amaze
the people of Rome with wonder stories and give them assurance of
immortal life.

The city had been thronged with pilgrims that day of the ancient
festival. It was turning dusk when Vergilius made his way through
crowded streets to the well of Nicanor. Suddenly he heard a trumpet
signal, and then followed that moment of silence when every tongue and
foot and wheel stopped, quickly, and all stood listening for the awful
name spoken but once a year.

Presently the shout of the high priest rang like a trumpet-peal above
the roofs of the city. Then Jerusalem was all begirt and overflooded
with song. Maidens, white robed, were singing in distant vineyards;
people were singing in the streets; trained devotees were whirling and
dancing and chanting psalms in the court of the Temple, while priest
and Levite followed, blowing, with all their power of lung, upon the
sacred horns.

In the midst of this outbreak a stranger approached Vergilius at the
well, saying, "What seek you?" The young Roman gave his answer, but
was unable to see the face of him who questioned. The stranger tur