The people stamped their feet with joy when they saw the impotence of his fury; then he took his sandal, spit upon it, and beat the immovable panels with it.

The whole city howled.
The veil was forgotten now, and they were about to crush him.

Matho gazed with wide vacant eyes upon the crowd.

His temples were throbbing with violence enough to stun him, and he felt a numbness as of intoxication creeping over him.

Suddenly he caught sight of the long chain used in working the swinging of the gate.