The ladies hurried in consternation and affright from the hall. Only Elizabeth stood, pale and trembling, leaning against the throne. All her delight was turned to misery once more. The Landgrave, the minstrels, the nobles, gathered together and gazed with horror upon Tannhaeuser, who, oblivious of all save the evil vision, gazed enraptured, straight ahead. The horror of the men soon gave way to indignation, the indignation in turn to fury and hatred. As from one throat, a mighty shout went up,-- "Kill him!" And with one accord they drew their swords and pressed upon Tannhaeuser to slay him. But at that instant a white figure with trailing draperies rushed toward them. She threw herself before Tannhaeuser, shielding him with her body. It was Elizabeth, the Princess. "Stop," she cried. "Stay your hands!" The men fell back in amazement as she fell upon her knees before them. She, the proud Princess, most cruelly wronged, would she shield one who had fallen so low? Yes, she would shield him, even with her life. He had sinned. Ah, how he had sinned! But he had sinned against God, and God must be his judge. Who were they to judge him and deny him the opportunity to repent? Would they rob his soul of its eternal peace? Thus she pleaded and begged for Tannhaeuser's life, while tears rained down her white cheeks. The men were touched. Anger slowly gave way to calm. One by one they sheathed their swords and turned toward the Landgrave. Meanwhile Tannhaeuser, at the sound of Elizabeth's pleading voice, turned his head. As though just awakened from an evil dream, he stared at her kneeling figure, the drawn swords, the horror-stricken faces. Suddenly he remembered all that he had said, all that he had done. The enormity of his sin rushed upon him. He realized how he had outraged friendship, love, religion, all that was holy, pure, and good. In fearful contrition he fell upon the floor, sobbing and crying out in his misery and distress. Where could he look for pardon now? Suddenly, through the open doorway, there came the sound of the song of the pilgrim band on its way to Rome. It was a song of prayer and praise, a song of repentance and confession, a song of peace with God. It brought hope and a promise of comfort. Silence filled the great hall as the notes died away in the distance. Only Elizabeth's face, white and pleading, was lifted toward the Landgrave's in silent prayer. The Landgrave gazed at Tannhaeuser's bent figure, and feelings of pity mingled with the loathing he felt. Advancing solemnly toward Tannhaeuser, he bade him arise and join the band of pilgrims now on its way to Rome. No other way was open to one who had sinned as he had sinned. And, if after confession, he was pardoned for his grievous wrong, he might return to the Wartburg. Otherwise they never wished to see him again.