“Your Majesty,” he said, “we are all your faithful servants.”
CHAPTER XVII
“Well!”
Reist unfastened his sword. The State uniform of the Thetian Guards was cumbersome, and the day was hot.
“Let Basil bring me wine,” he ordered. “The cathedral was a furnace. Everywhere the air seems hot with the shouting of the people.”
“Up here,” Marie said, “the clamour of voices has seemed incessant. I have never heard anything like it.”
He walked up and down moodily. He was not sure whether the day had gone according to his liking. All the time her eyes questioned him.
“One thing,” he declared, “is certain. Never again will a republic exist in Theos. Two generations of roués and madmen have not sickened this people of the House of Tyrnaus. Their loyalty is amazing.”