I'm not what you think me.

I'm a fraud--a lie--an impostor.

No more a Prophet--no more inspired than you--or Bale-Corphew!" He stopped abruptly and drew a slow, deep breath.
The pause that followed was long and strained.

In the grip of strong emotions, each stood rigid, striving vainly to read the other's face.

At last, goaded by the silence, he spoke again.
"You have done this!" he cried.