They were there for just one purpose - to wait from morn to night for just two brief and golden moments of the day: the moment when the Leader came, the moment when he went. And at last he came: and something like a wind across a field of grass was shaken through that crowd, and from afar the tide rolled up with him, in which was born the hope, the voice, the prayer of the land. And Hitler came by slowly in a shining car, erect and standing, moveless and unsmiling, with his hand upraised, palm outward, not in Nazi-wise salute, but stright up, with such blessing and such gesture that the Buddha or Messiahs use.