In an instant we knew, by the quick intuition of contagious emotion, that the question had found its answer.
He was by now king or a fugitive.

The Lady of the Skies had given her decision.

The thrill ran through us; I felt the queen draw herself together at my side; I felt the muscles of Rischenheim's arm which rested against my shoulder grow rigid and taut.

Sapt's face was full of eagerness, and he gnawed his moustache silently.

We gathered closer to one another.