He noted that two were whispering together and looking behind him at Ostrog.

Next there came a tall, dark and handsome man, walking downcast.

Abruptly he glanced up, his eyes touched Graham for a moment, and passed beyond him to Ostrog.

The way that had been made for them was so contrived that they had to march past and curve about before they came to the sloping path of planks that ascended to the stage where their surrender was to be made.
"The Master, the Master! God and the Master," shouted the people.

"To hell with the Council!" Graham looked at their multitudes, receding beyond counting into a shouting haze, and then at Ostrog beside him, white and steadfast and still.