It was magnificent, looking so much like a storybook castle that she momentarily forgot about the evils and horrors that Leah had described. “I will do the talking,” said Leah in a low voice. “Keep your veil high on your face. We don’t want anyone to recognize you. If a Roman soldier addresses you, look down, like a hyena would do when faced with a lion.” “I’ll do whatever I have to do to free my father.” Leah gently rubbed her back. “Whatever you do, don’t get angry or raise your voice to the guards there. They’re going to be curious who we are. Just treat them with respect.” Near the front gate, they could see another woman talking to a Roman guard, who was listening intently. Leah and Elizabeth slowed their pace, waiting for the outcome. The woman, clothed in a beautiful blue garment, gestured forcefully. The soldier, who had now taken his helmet off and was holding it in his right hand, nodded several times. Then the woman with long black hair and a white veil handed him something.
