Guard, turn out. (The wine-song still continues)
THE VOICE OF ONE HAVING AUTHORITY
Turn out the guard there! Wake up, you accursed pigs!
[Still the wine-song. A faint sound as of swords.
A VOICE CRYING
To the armory! To the armory! Reinforce! The Slaves have come to the armory. Ah! mercy! (For awhile there is silence)
KING ARGIMENES (in the doorway)
Go you to the slave-fields. Say that the palace-guard is dead and that we have taken the armory. Ten of you, hold the armory till our men come from the slave-fields. (He comes into the hall with his slaves armed with swords) Throw down Illuriel.
THE IDOL-GUARD
You must take my life before you touch my god.