Neither of the strangers spoke. The words seemed to thrill them into silence.
"Come, then, let us be going."
The carriage was awaiting; but it was not the travelers' own.
"No," was Paulus' answer to their inquiry, "your horses will rest. This is our equipage."
They drove into the city.
"'Walk about Zion, and go round about her; tell the towers thereof. Mark ye well her bulwarks, consider her palaces, that ye may tell it to the generations following,'" said Paulus.
"You quote from the writings of the ancient Hebrews," said Remand.
"Yes; these 'holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost,'" was the answer.
An hour's drive through indescribable grandeur brought them to a gate in the wall which surrounded the temple, where they alighted. An attendant took charge of the horses. Paulus led the way. A word to the keeper of the gate, and they were permitted to pass. Surrounding the central building, was a large open space laid out in walks, grass plats, ornamental trees, and flowers. People were walking about. Guides and instructors were busy with strangers, who seemed to have come from all nations, by the varied manner of dress displayed, and the different languages spoken.
"This," said Paulus, "is the sanctuary of freedom, the place of the great King. From this center go the righteous laws that govern nations and peoples. It is not time yet to proceed further, so we will walk about the gardens."