He flung out his arms as if he wrestled with something.
"We've been cheated for centuries of our birthright, and we still put up with it, still bring our human sacrifices to an empty shrine!" And there he broke off short, checked suddenly at the height of his outburst though she had made no second effort to stop him.
Her quiet eyes had not flinched from his.

She had made no sign of shrinking.

With the utmost patience she had listened to him.

Yet by some means intangible the fiery stream of his rebellion was stayed.
There fell a brief silence.

Then he rose.