Ultor jam in nubibus."
And the procession disappeared into the church.
The overseers of the corn-magazines had also joined the crowd of worshippers.
Upon the steps of the Basilica, exactly opposite the door of the magazines, sat the woman in the brown mantle, calm and fearless amid the uproar of the elements; her hands not folded, but resting quietly on her lap.
The man in the steel cap stood near her.
A Gothic woman, who was just hurrying into the church, recognised her by the light of a flash of lightning.
"Thou here again, countrywoman? Without shelter? I have offered thee my house, often enough. Thou appearest strange here in Ravenna?"
"I am so; but still I have a lodging."
"Come into the church and pray with us."
"I pray here."