Only Peter, cursing steadily in Dutch by my side, was real.

And then the light came, and made the scene more eerie! It came from one or two torches carried by wild fellows with long staves who drove their way into the heart of the mob.

The flickering glare ran up the steep walls and made monstrous shadows.

The wind swung the flame into long streamers, dying away in a fan of sparks.
And now a new word was heard in the crowd.

It was _Chinganeh_, shouted not in anger but in fear.
At first I could not see the newcomers.