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Updated: May 17, 2025
With the entrance of Bale-Corphew with the sound of her own denunciation upon his lips a new feeling had awakened within her a feeling stronger than humiliation, stronger than pride. It had risen, blinding and dazzling her, as a great light might blind and dazzle; and she stood glorified and exalted within its radiance.
And then, for the first time, the hot, angry glance of Bale-Corphew met that of the Prophet. He glared at him for one moment in speechless rage, then he turned to the people. "Mystics!" he cried, in a choked voice. "In accordance with a solemn duty, I I proclaim this man to be " But before he could proceed the Precursor interrupted. "People! Mystics!" he cried, raising his penetrating voice.
Animated by the speed of actual fear, her gaze passed from the abnormally agitated face of old Arian, the blind Arch-Councillor, to the dark, turbulent face of Bale-Corphew, who brought up the rear.
Whether the man had any glimmering of knowledge as to her private connection with Bale-Corphew and the Prophet was not to be read from his austere face. His words might have been spoken in all innocence, or might have been spoken deliberately and with malice. But in either case the result, so far as his listener was concerned, was the same.
"The time of the Prophet belongs to his People," he said, with dignity. "He holds audience whenever, wherever, and however it is expedient. Speak, my son! In what can I serve you?" Bale-Corphew looked at him in silence. Whatever he had come to say appeared to have escaped his mind.
"Listen to your Councillor!" "Listen to the Prophet! The Voice of the Prophet calls upon you. Will you deny it?" The Precursor's voice shook with excitement. "This is the truth! I tell you the truth!" Bale-Corphew appealed to the people with out-stretched arms. But the tumult broke forth again. "Mystics! Mystics!"
After Bale-Corphew had spoken an uproar a clamor had suddenly filled the chapel; and now the rapt concourse of people had become as a turbulent sea. The Precursor, pale with intense nervous excitement, stood vainly striving to make his voice heard; while Bale-Corphew, closely surrounded by his fellow-Mystics, gesticulated violently.
Now I know that my belief was wrong and false; that it was because he is a man because, before everything else in the world, he is a man that I turned to him, that I relied upon him." Bale-Corphew gave a short, cruel laugh. "So that is it? That is the secret? He is a man? Well, I will strip him of his manhood! We have had our disillusioning; yours is to come.
For a moment she stood immovable before the imminence of the crucial scene; then, with a sensation of physical weakness and helplessness, she turned, moved blindly forward, and sank into a vacant seat. At the same moment Bale-Corphew left her without a word, and passed rapidly down the aisle. Great fear frequently exercises a paralyzing effect upon the body.
For a moment longer she stood, burning with apprehensive dread. On one hand was the Prophet trapped and unaware of his peril; on the other was Bale-Corphew implacable, enraged, unrelaxing in his pursuit.
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