Soldiers, you now wear my uniform! Liberate me!" But her tongue was mute; yet her eyes, her face, her arms spoke eloquently enough to the turbulent soldiers.
Besides, they welcomed the opportunity to show the populace how strong they were and how little they feared Umballa.

At a nod from their leader they came romping up the steps to this dais and surrounded Kathlyn.

A roar came from the populace; an elephant trumpeted; the pariah dogs barked.
Umballa stepped back, his hand on his jeweled sword.

He was quite unprepared for any such flagrant mutiny--mutiny from his angle of vision, though in law the troopers had only responded to the desire of their queen.

He turned questioningly to the council and the priests.
He himself could move no further.