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The
crowd
filled
a
roped
off
area
of
the
city
.
Trees
and
houses
seemed
to
grow
out
of
a
mass-human
foundation
.
And
by
ultra-wave
,
the
rest
of
the
world
watched
.
It
was
a
purely
local
election
,
but
it
had
a
world
audience
just
the
same
.
Byerley
thought
of
that
and
smiled
.
But
there
was
nothing
to
smile
at
in
the
crowd
itself
.
There
were
banners
and
streamers
,
ringing
every
possible
change
on
his
supposed
robotcy
.
The
hostile
attitude
rose
thickly
and
tangibly
into
the
atmosphere
.
From
the
start
the
speech
was
not
successful
.
It
competed
against
the
inchoate
mob
howl
and
the
rhythmic
cries
of
the
Fundie
claques
that
formed
mob-islands
within
the
mob
.
Byerley
spoke
on
,
slowly
,
unemotionally
-
Inside
,
Lenton
clutched
his
hair
and
groaned
--
and
waited
for
the
blood
.
There
was
a
writhing
in
the
front
ranks
.
An
angular
citizen
with
popping
eyes
,
and
clothes
too
short
for
the
lank
length
of
his
limbs
,
was
pulling
to
the
fore
.
A
policeman
dived
after
him
,
making
slow
,
struggling
passage
.
Byerley
waved
the
latter
off
,
angrily
.
The
thin
man
was
directly
under
the
balcony
.
His
words
tore
unheard
against
the
roar
.
Byerley
leaned
forward
.
"
What
do
you
say
?
If
you
have
a
legitimate
question
,
I
'll
answer
it
.
"
He
turned
to
a
flanking
guard
.
"
Bring
that
man
up
here
.
"
There
was
a
tensing
in
the
crowd
.
Cries
of
"
Quiet
"
started
in
various
parts
of
the
mob
,
and
rose
to
a
bedlam
,
then
toned
down
raggedly
.
The
thin
man
,
red-faced
and
panting
,
faced
Byerley
.
Byerley
said
,
"
Have
you
a
question
?
"
