"What will you do with me ?" The response was instant.
"The Throne! The Throne!" The crowd surged forward in a wave, then receded as the tide recedes; and the old Arch-Councillor stepped feebly into the Sanctuary and extended his hands to the Prophet.
It was a moment of breathless awe.

The tall woman, who until that moment had remained seated, involuntarily rose to her feet.
She saw the figure of the Prophet move grandly across the Sanctuary in the wake of the old blind man; she saw him halt for an infinitesimal space at the foot of the throne; she saw him calmly and decisively mount the steps of the dais and seat himself in the golden chair.

Then, prompted by an overwhelming impulse, she yielded to the spirit of the moment and dropped to her knees..