Whereupon all rose up.
The secretaries stacked their papers unconcernedly with the feathers of their pens in their mouths.

And then in the solemn silence which ensued the Duke and his judges filed out of the door, while the power of the Church, represented by Bishop Peter and his priests, went forth by another.

Before I could realize the situation, Helene had vanished, as it seemed, down a trap-door in the floor.
My master accompanied Bishop Peter.

As for me, I hardly knew what I did.
I did not even stand up, till our conductor, he who had gone forward to announce us at the first, ran across to me, and, plucking me by the arm from the beam on which I leaned, whispered, hurriedly: "Art dead or drunk, man, that thou riskest thine ears and thy neck?
Stand up while the Judges and the new Duke go by!" So, dazed and numb, I hent me up, and lo! coming arm in arm towards me were Otho von Reuss and his newly appointed Chief Justice and assessor--who but mine old friend Michael Texel! The Duke bent a searching look on me as I bowed low before him, but he saw only the tan of my skin and the close bristle of my hair.

And so all passed on.
"Ho, blackamoor, thy master waits thee! Run, if thou wouldst avoid the whipping-post!" cried another of the rout of servitors, with a small sniggering laugh.
So, putting out a hand to stay myself, I staggered weakly after my master.