Then she heard a voice that said to her: “Go over to the balustrade, which incloses the roof, and see who they are that stand and wait in your court!” But she who dreamed said to herself: “I have seen enough misery this night. I can not endure any more. I would remain where I am.” At that moment her son threw his ball so that it dropped outside the balustrade, and the child ran forward and clambered up on the railing. Then she was frightened. She rushed over and seized hold of the child. But with that she happened to cast her eyes downward, and once more she saw that the court was full of people. In the court were all the peoples of earth who had been wounded in battle. They came with severed bodies, with cut-off limbs, and with big open wounds from which the blood oozed, so that the whole court was drenched with it. And beside these, came all the people in the world who had lost their loved ones on the battlefield. They were the fatherless who mourned their protectors, and the young maidens who cried for their lovers, and the aged who sighed for their sons. The foremost among them pushed against the door, and the watchman came out as before, and opened it. He asked all these, who had been wounded in battles and skirmishes: “What seek ye in this house?” And they answered: “We seek the great Prophet of Nazareth, who shall prohibit wars and rumors of wars and bring peace to the earth. We seek him who shall convert spears into scythes and swords into pruning hooks.” Then answered the slave somewhat impatiently: “Let no more come to pester me! I have already said it often enough. The great Prophet is not here. Pilate has killed him.” Thereupon he closed the gate. But she who dreamed thought of all the lamentation which would come now. “I do not wish to hear it,” said she, and rushed away from the balustrade. That instant she awoke. Then she discovered that in her terror she had jumped out of her bed and down on the cold stone floor. Again she thought she did not want to sleep more that night, and again sleep overpowered her, and she closed her eyes and began to dream. She sat once more on the roof of her house, and beside her stood her husband. She told him of her dreams, and he ridiculed her. Again she heard a voice, which said to her: “Go see the people who wait in your court!” But she thought: “I would not see them. I have seen enough misery to-night.” Just then she heard three loud raps on the gate, and her husband walked over to the balustrade to see who it was that asked admittance to his house. But no sooner had he leaned over the railing, than he beckoned to his wife to come over to him. “Know you not this man?” said he, and pointed down. When she looked down on the court, she found that it was filled with horses and riders, slaves were busy unloading asses and camels. It looked as though a distinguished traveler might have landed.