The man lifted a tattered book into the air to show the people, and yelled in desperation at the people to listen to what he had to say.
"Listen, people of Phoride! Hear the truths that have been! Listen so that you too may know!" he screamed.
The anger of the people was coming to a boil and some men shouted as loud as they could at him.
"What truths? Words that we don't understand?" hollered one, in anger, back at him.
"Blasphemies and heresies to destroy our faith in The Almighty!" shouted another.
"We don't listen to lies! — Remove him!"
"These are not lies. These are truths, of the great things that had once been and can be, again!" pleaded the man from the stage. The murmur of the riotous mob grew; people yelled to others to take him away and kill him, and to close their eyes to his devilish words.
"Hear me, friends! Hear the words of the "old ones" from that age that had vanished! — Hear of those who have been in shelter, and who waited to be born again. All of you are the witnesses to them, to reason and to understand them, again!" said the man on the stage as he waved his book in the air, over his head.
Dearborne and Boy moved into the shadows of the adjacent street. She was curious to hear what the man had to say.
Cardinal Allen still stood by the café table and watched some woman grab at the leg-bindings of the man's sandal. Allen waited. The woman screamed.