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surprised into obeying. He even made a movement as if to go, but quickly recovered his tranquil attitude and confessed his blunder with a blush. Tom Canty turned upon him and said, sharply: ‘Why dost thou hesitate? Hast not heard the king’s command? Go!’ The Lord St. John made a deep obeisance-and it was observed that it was a significantly cautious and non-committal one, it not being delivered at either of the kings, but at the neutral ground about half-way between the two-and took his leave. Now began a movement of the gorgeous particles of that official group which was slow, scarcely perceptible, and yet steady and persistent-a movement such as is observed in a kaleidoscope that is turned slowly, whereby the components of one splendid cluster fall away and join themselves to another-a movement which, little by little, in the present case, dissolved the glittering crowd that stood about Tom Canty and clustered it together again in the neighborhood of the new-comer. Tom Canty stood almost alone. Now ensued a brief season of deep suspense and waiting-during which even the few faint-hearts still remaining near Tom Canty gradually scraped together courage enough to glide, one by one, over to the majority. So at last Tom Canty, in his royal robes and jewels, stood wholly alone and isolated from the world, a conspicuous figure, occupying an eloquent vacancy. Now the Lord St. John was seen returning. As he advanced up the mid-aisle the interest was so intense that the low murmur of conversation in the great assemblage died out and was succeeded by a profound hush, a breathless stillness, through which his footfalls pulsed with a dull and distant sound. Every eye was fastened upon him as he moved along. He reached the platform, paused a moment, then moved toward Tom Canty with a deep obeisance, and said: ‘Sire, the Seal is not there!’ A mob does not melt away from the presence of a plague-patient with more haste than the band of pallid and terrified courtiers melted away from the presence of the shabby little claimant of the Crown. In a moment he stood all alone, without a friend or supporter, a target upon which was concentrated a bitter fire of scornful and angry looks. The Lord Protector called out fiercely: ‘Cast the beggar into the street, and scourge him through the town-the paltry knave is worth no more consideration!’ Officers of the guard sprang forward to obey, but Tom Canty waved them off and said: ‘Back! Whoso touches him perils his life!’ The Lord Protector was perplexed in the last degree. He said to the Lord St. John: ‘Searched you well?- but it boots not to ask that. It doth seem passing strange. Little things, trifles, slip out of one’s ken, and one does not think it matter for surprise; but how a so bulky thing as the Seal of England can vanish away and no man be able to get track of it again-a massy golden disk-’ Tom Canty, with beaming eyes, sprang forward and shouted: ‘Hold, that is enough! Was it round?- and thick?- and had it letters and devices graved upon it?- Yes? Oh, now I know what this Great Seal is that there’s been such worry and pother about! An ye had described it to me, ye could have had it three weeks ago. Right well I |
