He looked again at the Council House, and it was already half hidden, and on the right a hillside with a cluster of domes and pinnacles, hazy, dim and distant, was gliding into view.
"And the Council is really overthrown ?" he said.
"Overthrown," said Ostrog.
"And I--.

Is it indeed true that I-- ?" "You are Master of the World." "But that white flag--" "That is the flag of the Council--the flag of the Rule of the World.

It will fall.

The fight is over.

Their attack on the theatre was their last frantic struggle.