We, the Chosen--the Elect!" "Duped?
Deceived ?" She echoed the words, faintly.

"What do you mean?
What has happened ?" "Everything! Everything!" Again he threw out his hands.

"This man that we have called Prophet--this man that we have bent the knee to--he is nothing; nothing--" Once more emotion overpowered his words.
"Nothing ?" Enid's voice was indistinct, her tongue dry.
"-- Nothing but an impostor! An impostor! A thief!" He spoke loudly--even violently.

To his listener it seemed that his voice rang out, filling the room, filling the street outside, filling the whole world.

As she had done in the Prophet's presence, she raised her hands and pressed them over her ears.