His enemies are growling so loud that he thinks the whole world can hear them, and hopes someone would hear come to save him. It’s the silence; the absence of a response that he fears the most, more than the thought of falling into the hands of his enemies.
They can join forces to scheme against him and plot out all their plans to torture him, but that makes them easier to be blown away like the tumbleweed gathering sandstorms into the arms of its thorns.
He’s in a precarious situation, but he doesn’t have time or energy to worry about himself. Instead, he prays for the veil of shame and dismay to stifle these roaring fools, so everyone can hear the sound of their foolishness and remember it forever with words written in history.