Hewatchedthemapproaching，drawingnearerpastfirstthisblazingelectricstarandthenthat；theminatoryroarofthecrowdoverwhomtheirpowerhadlastedforahundredandfiftyyearsmarchedalongbesidethem。Astheydrewstillnearertheirfacescameoutweary，whiteandanxious。HesawthemblinkingupthroughtheglareabouthimandOstrog。HecontrastedtheirstrangecoldlooksintheHallofAtlas……Presentlyhecouldrecogniseseveralofthem；themanwhohadrappedthetableatHoward，aburlymanwitharedbeard，andonedelicate—featured，short，darkmanwithapeculiarlylongskull。HenotedthattwowerewhisperingtogetherandlookingbehindhimatOstrog。Nexttherecameatall，darkandhandsomeman，walkingdowncast。
Abruptlyheglancedup，hiseyestouchedGrahamforamoment，andpassedbeyondhimtoOstrog。Thewaythathadbeenmadeforthemwassocontrivedthattheyhadtomarchpastandcurveaboutbeforetheycametotheslopingpathofplanksthatascendedtothestagewheretheirsurrenderwastobemade。
\"TheMaster，theMaster！GodandtheMaster，\"
shoutedthepeople。\"TohellwiththeCouncil！\"
Grahamlookedattheirmultitudes，recedingbeyondcountingintoashoutinghaze，andthenatOstrogbesidehim，whiteandsteadfastandstill。HiseyewentagaintothelittlegroupofWhiteCouncillors。