"He is fighting down there," one of the soldiers replied, pointing from the window.
Leonidas glanced down upon the city and saw the conflict raging in the streets.
"Then what are you doing here?" he asked harshly. "Fall in!"
"I will go with you," Nathan said. "I must seek my people."
"You will find us here when you come back," Chares cried after them. "We will fight no more to-day."
Leonidas overtook Alexander stamping out the last sparks of resistance in the northern part of the city. The young king, still glowing with the ardor of battle, greeted him with a smile.
"Are Clearchus and Chares safe?" he asked.
"They await you in the royal palace with Artemisia and Thais," the Spartan replied.
"Good!" Alexander cried. "This will have to be celebrated. Let us see what has become of Azemilcus."
He led the way to the Temple of Melkarth, which was filled with fugitives and suppliants. The general feeling in the city that the God was on the side of the Macedonians had led many to seek his protection when no other remained. Some of them were even striving to remove the chains with which the image had been bound to the pillars.