In an instant the vast assembly was in motion.

With a sound of garments that was like far wind they were upon their feet and pressing toward the throne.
With all the passion of their "Yes! Yes! Yes!" in response to Olivia's appeal they came, resistlessly demanding the answer to some dreadful question long shrouded in their hearts.

Their armour was their silence; they made no sound save that ominous sweep of their robes and the conspiracy of their sandaled feet upon the tiles.
St.George did not turn.

Indeed, it did not once cross his mind that their hostility could possibly be toward him.

Besides, his look was fixed upon the prince's face, and what he read there was enough.