Thus much of him: I leave the question here, Touching on naught beyond, for Lucius waits-- I hear him fuming in the court below, Cursing his servants and Jerusalem, And giving them to the infernal gods. The sun is sinking--all the sky's afire-- And vale and mountain glow like molten ore In the intense full splendor of its rays. A half-hour hence all will be dull and grey; And Lucius only waits until the shade Sweeps down the plain then mounts and makes his way On through the blinding desert to the sea, And thence his galley bears him on to Rome. _Salve et vale!_--may good fortune wait On you and all your household! Greet for me Titus and Livia--in a word, all friends. End of Project Gutenberg's A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem, by W. W. Story