Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- Fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Siege, 70 A.D. -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
As yet no one either within or without the building seemed to be aware
of what was going on; so much the better! the fire would gain such a
hold that human efforts must fail to extinguish it.
The room above the hall Gazith was now burning, burning with a hidden
glow. Then, all in a moment, with a snap and a crackle, there leaped
skywards a dazzling sheet of flame accompanied by a wave of black smoke
and a fierce shower of red sparks that, carried by the northern wind,
swept southwards over the Sanctuary.
That startling glare, lighting up the dusk of night with the sudden
brightness of noontide, caused the fighting at the gate to cease for a
moment; Roman and Zealot alike turned their eyes to ascertain the cause.
A moment afterwards there ran through the length and breadth of the
Sanctuary one thrilling simultaneous shout:
“_The temple is on fire!_”
By this time the whole Roman force that had lain within the cloisters
had gathered round the Sanctuary. Their feeling was one of dismay, for
the fire was destroying their hopes of plunder. Behind those walls
there lay stores of wealth greater far than were ever contained in
the palace of the Cæsars; the gold and silver utensils used in the
sacrifices; the rich offerings--accumulations of centuries--made by
pious Jews throughout the world; the jeweled vestments of the priests;
the hoards of costly spices; the countless shekels plundered from the
citizens by the Zealots.
For several days previously the Roman soldiery had talked of little
else but the temple-treasures with which they were hoping to enrich
themselves as a recompense after their many weeks of toil.
And now must they lose their reward?
If they should wait till the morning, the time fixed by Titus for the
final assault upon the Sanctuary, the riches would be consumed. Why
tarry?
A moment they stood, irresolute, murmuring; then, with a simultaneous
shout, “On to the gold of the temple!” each soldier firmly grasping
blade and shield, and disregarding the remonstrations of his officer,
rushed forward to whichever gate of the nine happened to be nearest.
The Zealots, massed in dense bodies at each entrance, fought with
fanatical fury, animated by no other desire than that of revenging
themselves upon their enemies and of perishing amid the blazing ruins
of the temple.
Those Romans who attacked the great Corinthian Gate were the first to
fight their way in. Headed by Terentius Rufus, who, finding himself
unable to check his men, determined to lead them, they entered the
quadrangle known as the Court of the Women, so called because thus far
women might enter to worship, but not farther.
This court contained, among other things, the twelve chests with
funnel-shaped openings into which pious Jews were wont to drop their
free-will offerings.
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