The flag had fallen; the sentence was death.
Hearing this doom, the people heard no more, and neither did they wait for the procession of the judges, that they might learn of the means whereby they, who were not masters in their own house, might carry the sentence into effect.

The procession was even then forming.

It was coming out of the synagogue; it was passing under the gate of the Mellah; it was approaching the Sok el Foki.

The Rabbis walked in front of it.

At its tail came four Moors with shamefaced looks.