My husband's office was there, but our home, as I said, was to be within the wall. As we stood on the deck waiting for the steamer to dock, my husband pointed it out to me. It stood against the sky on a bluff rising sharply just within the parapeted top of the city wall. It looked like a signalling place for the city, which was hidden from our sight below the seventy-foot rise of the city wall. And just that it became before the winter was over.