It was cheering, the frantic cheering of a vast but very remote crowd, a roaring exultation.

This ended as sharply as it had begun, like a sound heard between the opening and shutting of a door.

In the outer room was a noise of hurrying steps and a melodious clinking as if a loose chain was running over the teeth of a wheel.
Then he heard the voice of a woman, the rustle of unseen garments.

"It is Ostrog!" he heard her say.

A little bell rang fitfully, and then everything was still again.
Presently came voices, footsteps and movement without.