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Thundering cheers now greeted him at every step; for an hour at least the populace went mad with rapture, shouting, singing and calling alternately for "The King!" and "Lotys!" with no respect of persons, or consideration as to their differing motives and opposite stations in life.
Twice since Lotys had spoken at the People's Assembly Rooms had Sergius Thord addressed huge mass meetings, which apparently the police had no orders to disperse, and his power over the multitude was increasing by leaps and bounds.
"Yes, Sergius!" he said, his voice sounding thick and husky, and unlike itself. "I am Sergius! Or I was Sergius, before you made of me a nameless devil! And you you are Lotys! you are weeping for the lover who has just parted from you! You are Lotys the mistress of the King!" She made him no answer.
Sergius Thord drew a chair opposite to her, and sat down. "You are always doing good, Lotys!" he said, with a slight tremor in his voice; "There is no day in your life without its record of help to the helpless!" She shook her head deprecatingly, and went on caressing and soothing the tiny babe in silence. After a pause, he spoke again. "I have come to you, Lotys, to ask you many things!"
As she took up her position in the front of the platform, Thord again spoke. "Let each man now advance and draw his fate! Whosoever receives a blank is exempt for another year; whosoever draws the name of a victim must be prepared to do his duty!" This order was at once obeyed. Each man rose separately and approaching Lotys, saluted her first, and then drew a folded paper from the vessel she held.
I watched the growth of your passion for Lotys I knew she loved you! and had you indeed been the poor writer and thinker you assumed to be, all might have been well for you both! But when you declared yourself to be King, what could there be for such a woman but death? She would never have chosen dishonour! She has taken the straight way out of trouble, but but she has left you alone!
Meanwhile, up in the now closed and darkened house they had left behind them, Lotys stood looking at Sergius Thord, who had thrown himself into a chair and sat with his elbows resting on the table, and his head buried in his hands. "You make no way, poor Sergius!" she said gently. "You work, you write, you speak to the people, but you make no way!" He looked up fiercely.
I see, day by day, what marriage means, even among the poor the wreck of illusions the death of ideals the despairing monotony of a mere struggle to live " "I shall not be poor now;" said Thord; "All my work would be to make you happy, Lotys! I would surround you with every grace and luxury with love, with worship, with tenderness!
"Power!" he said. "Power to change the mode of government; power to put down the tyranny of priestcraft power to relieve the oppressed, and reward the deserving power to make of you, Lotys, a queen among women!" She smiled. "I am a queen among men, Sergius, and that suffices me! How often must I tell you to do nothing for my sake, if it is for my sake only?
Zouche, with something like fear for the visible, yet strongly suppressed anguish of the man before him, sighed drearily as he repeated "Lotys is dead! It is God's way to kill all beautiful things, just as we have learned to love them! She, Lotys, used to talk of Justice and Order, poor soul! she never found either! Yet she believed in God!"
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