And so blasphemed against their gods of clay.

...

Hurrying footsteps neared. He turned and saw

His young adopted son and Tyrtamus.

“Nicanor! Theophrastus!—nay, lift up

Your heads. You cannot bring me bitterer news

Than I foresaw. I must be brought to judgment.

But on what grounds?”—

“Dear father of us all——”

The youth, Nicanor, answered, “When the crowd