In the room there was a half-. The light coming here through a round hole in the rock, but I'm not sure (and can not remember) whether there was still some light. I looked in the round hole: it seemed to me the walls smooth. Who drill it, and why? The rest of the rocks above my head is not like a natural stone. I could discern it smooth and excavation sites. The same could be said of the walls surrounding me, and I can not help wonder, artificial or natural, the cave. 
Sex under my feet was the upper room furnished carpet, and I have not had the desire to go further. It seems that one of the walls of the cave passage was closed curtain fabric. "Here it is!" - I thought, remembering the old engraving showing the place (Fig. 157). I went to aisle and almost stumbled upon the women seated on the floor, dressed in black clothing and wrapped in capes. They sat motionless and almost invisible in the half-cave, closing the passage to a hole in a stone wall. 
I left my camera Wally, because despite all of your curiosity, I felt that to withdraw from the outbreak of the Holy Rock - is sacrilege. So I was not able to consider who is sitting in front of me - in fact, women or the men. I measure, unable to move from their seats. Then Wally poslyshalsya voice: "Come on, someone is here!" - And I rushed to the stairs. I managed just in time - to do for us, accompanied by Mahmoud stocky men. "You must go" - he said, and we left the temple with Wally. 
Mahmoud led us to the other exit from the top of the mountain, which was used only to Muslims, which led to the Arab Quarter of the Old City. "It is better here," - he explained on his way. 
I thanked him, and he again kept my hand: "And you do not thank me?" I pulled out a bill of a hundred shekels. He pomorschilsya, as if the thought that this is not enough, but took the money and thanked.