"
For the rest of that afternoon he walked more quietly and with
thoughtful looks, as if he were pondering the case of men who looked
like jackals and had flames within them.
At sunset, when the camp was made outside the gates of the new
city of Archelaus, on a hillock among the corn-fields, he came to
his mother with his hands full of the long lavender and rose and
pale-blue spathes of the gladiolus-lilies.
"Look, mother," he cried, "are they not fine--like the clothes of
a king?"
"What do you know of kings?" she answered, smiling. "These are
only wild lilies of the field. But a great king, like Solomon,
has robes of thick silk, and jewels on his neck and his fingers,
and a big crown of gold on his head."
"But that must be very heavy," said the Boy, tossing his head
lightly. "It must tire him to wear a crown-thing and such thick
robes. Besides, I think the lilies are really prettier. They look
just as if they were glad to grow in the field."
The third night they camped among the palm-groves and heavy-odored
gardens of Jericho, where Herod's splendid palace rose above the
trees.
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