Great crowds of white-robed men were flocking into the temple. The three
followed. The king and Remand gazed in wonder at those who had been
pointed out as being resurrected beings, and their wonder increased when
they could see no marked difference between them and the rest of
mankind, save perhaps in the calm, sweet expression of the face, and
the light which appeared to beam from the countenances of the immortals.
They certainly were not unreal, shadowy beings.

Entering a wide hallway, they soon arrived at the council chamber. Its
glory dazzled the beholders. In the midst of this room was a vast throne
as white as ivory, and ascended by seventy steps. On each side of the
throne were tiers of seats, rising one above the other. The seats were
rapidly being filled, but the throne remained vacant.

"The King is not here today," whispered Paulus.

Then a soft, sweet strain of music was heard. It increased in volume
until a thousand instruments seemed to blend into one melody. Suddenly,
the vast assembly arose as one man and joined in a song of joy and
thanksgiving.

"Guide--dear friend," whispered the king of Poland, "I am overcome, I
cannot remain."

"I feel faint," said Remand, "I fear I shall perish."

"Come, then, we had better go," answered Paulus. "This is all we shall
see at present. We shall now go into another room and wait the council's
adjournment; then you will have an interview with one delegated to talk
with you."