The while, they watched the temple which was swaying less and less. Would it stop, though? Incredulity answered. But, when no longer in doubt, they fell to embracing each other; and laughed and wept spasmodically.
Then occurred another shock, a light one, that sent them into despair. These light ones continued at short intervals, so that they could but await the final one, which would bring down the temple.
People were thronging in to inquire as to the safety of the temple, remaining long enough to give their experiences, and receive those of the attendants. Meanwhile, the king stood in his chariot near the portico surrounded by his guards; whilst scattered about him were priests and shrinking handmaids, the latter under strict surveillance.
Long had Atlano been looking on every side in the gloom for the ‘Silent Priest,’ but without perceiving him. Finally, he beckoned to Kluto. And asked, “Hast thou seen the ‘Silent Priest’ since we fled?”
“O King, I have not seen him since we sped from the inner holy place. Then—he was lost in looking upon Oltis—with no mind for the terrors about him.”
“Poor Oltis! I wonder whether he hath moved,” was said ironically. Then, with concern, he added, “Could it be that the silent one was harmed—killed by the falling lamps?”
“It might be, oh King. He seemed fixed, and with no thought of flying.”
“I will go back, and find what hath happened to him.”
“Gracious king, dare it not. Wait until the shocks cease I beseech thee. Or I will go for thee.”
“Nay—I would go. I can go in and out between them.”