But he broke from them and was off up half the length of the hall toward the prince's seat.
"Do you not know ?" he cried as he went, "I am Malakh.

Read one another's eyes and you will know.

I am Malakh." As the guards closed about him he tottered and would have fallen save that they caught him roughly and pressed to a door, half carrying him, and he did not resist.

But as speech was renewed another voice broke the murmur, and with great amazement St.George knew that this was Olivia's voice.
"No," she cried--but half as if she distrusted her own strange impulse, "let him stay--let him stay." St.George saw the prince's look question her.

He himself was unable to account for her unexpected intercession, and so, one would have said, was Olivia.