Those crowding up pushed on and uttered the words as they came.

The room was packed with them.
"Yes!" shouted Steinmetz, at the top of his great voice, "and the prince!" He knew the note to strike, and struck with a sure hand.

The barricade was torn aside, and the people swept forward, falling on their knees, grovelling at Paul's feet, kissing the hem of his garment, seizing his strong hands in theirs.
It was a mighty harvest.

That which is sown in the people's hearts bears a thousandfold at last.
"Get them out of the place--open the big doors," said Paul to Steinmetz.
He stood cold and grave among them.
Some of them were already sneaking toward the door--the ringleaders, the talkers from the towns--mindful of their own necks in this change of feeling.
Steinmetz hustled them out, bidding them take their dead with them.

Some of the servants reappeared, peeping, white-faced, behind curtains.