"To his house!" cried a fourth voice, that pealed over all.

"To his house!" came then from countless hungry throats.
"Come, let us go," whispered Fatimah to Naomi, and again she laid hold of her arm to force her away.

But Naomi shook off her hand, and muttered strange sounds to herself.
"To his house! Sack it! Drive the tyrant out!" the people howled in a hundred rasping voices; but, before any one had stirred, a man riding a mule had forced his way into the middle of the crowd.
It was the messenger from under the Mellah gate.

In their new frenzy the people had forgotten him.

He had come to make known the decision of the Synhedrin.