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Three
times
this
was
repeated
,
and
each
time
the
earth
shook
with
the
noise
,
that
can
only
be
compared
to
the
deepest
notes
of
thunder
.
"
Be
humble
,
O
people
,
"
piped
out
a
thin
voice
which
seemed
to
come
from
the
monkey
in
the
shade
,
"
it
is
the
king
.
"
"
It
is
the
king
,
"
boomed
out
the
eight
thousand
throats
in
answer
.
"
Be
humble
,
O
people
,
it
is
the
king
.
"
Then
there
was
silence
again
--
dead
silence
.
Presently
,
however
,
it
was
broken
.
A
soldier
on
our
left
dropped
his
shield
,
which
fell
with
a
clatter
on
to
the
limestone
flooring
.
Twala
turned
his
one
cold
eye
in
the
direction
of
the
noise
.
"
Come
hither
,
thou
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
cold
voice
.
A
fine
young
man
stepped
out
of
the
ranks
,
and
stood
before
him
.
"
It
was
thy
shield
that
fell
,
thou
awkward
dog
.
Wilt
thou
make
me
a
reproach
in
the
eyes
of
these
strangers
from
the
Stars
?
What
hast
thou
to
say
for
thyself
?
"
We
saw
the
poor
fellow
turn
pale
under
his
dusky
skin
.
"
It
was
by
chance
,
O
Calf
of
the
Black
Cow
,
"
he
murmured
.
