You might have knocked him down with a feather, and really it is difficult not to pity a high priest of a well-established cult who is haunted by the possible approach of one or all of ninety-five new religions.
When we knew that Agon was caught, Nyleptha, Sir Henry, and I discussed what was to be done with him.

I was for closely incarcerating him, but Nyleptha shook her head, saying that it would produce a disastrous effect throughout the country.

'Ah!' she added, with a stamp of her foot, 'if I win and am once really Queen, I will break the power of those priests, with their rites and revels and dark secret ways.' I only wished that old Agon could have heard her, it would have frightened him.
'Well,' said Sir Henry, 'if we are not to imprison him, I suppose that we may as well let him go.

He is of no use here.' Nyleptha looked at him in a curious sort of way, and said in a dry little voice, 'Thinkest thou so, my lord ?' 'Eh ?' said Curtis.

'No, I do not see what is the use of keeping him.' She said nothing, but continued looking at him in a way that was as shy as it was sweet.
Then at last he understood.
'Forgive me, Nyleptha,' he said, rather tremulously.