Yet fear not, for on the rebellious only shall our anger fall.

Answer you, Nam.

Will you do our bidding?
Or will you die also as your servants died ?" Nam glanced round desperately.

He looked down on the multitude and found no help there.

Long had they cowered beneath him; now hope was born in their breasts, and in the presence of a power greater than his, if only for a little while, they broke his yoke and the yoke of their red superstitions.