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XXVII "It is the Lost Prince! It Is Ivor!" |
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``Don't kill him! Don't kill him!'' yelled The Rat, struggling forward. ``Stand back, you fools! I'm his aide-de-camp! Let me pass!'' And though no one understood his English, one or two suddenly remembered they had seen him enter with the priest and so gave way. But just then the old priest lifted his hand above the crowd, and spoke in a voice of stern command. ``Stand back, my children!'' he cried. ``Madness is not the homage you must bring to the son of Stefan Loristan. Obey! Obey!'' His voice had a power in it that penetrated even the wildest herdsmen. The frenzied mass swayed back and left space about Marco, whose face The Rat could at last see. It was very white with emotion, and in his eyes there was a look which was like awe. The Rat pushed forward until he stood beside him. He did not know that he almost sobbed as he spoke. ``I'm your aide-de-camp,'' he said. ``I'm going to stand here! Your father sent me! I'm under orders! I thought they'd crush you to death.'' He glared at the circle about them as if, instead of worshippers distraught with adoration, they had been enemies. The old priest seeing him, touched Marco's arm. ``Tell him he need not fear,'' he said. ``It was only for the first few moments. The passion of their souls drove them wild. They are your slaves.'' ``Those at the back might have pushed the front ones on until they trampled you under foot in spite of themselves!'' The Rat persisted. ``No,'' said Marco. ``They would have stopped if I had spoken.'' ``Why didn't you speak then?'' snapped The Rat. |
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