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My
threat
produced
an
effect
;
the
men
halted
,
and
Scragga
stood
still
before
us
,
his
spear
lifted
.
"
Hear
him
!
hear
him
!
"
piped
Gagool
;
"
hear
the
liar
who
says
that
he
will
put
out
the
moon
like
a
lamp
.
Let
him
do
it
,
and
the
girl
shall
be
speared
.
Yes
,
let
him
do
it
,
or
die
by
the
girl
,
he
and
those
with
him
.
"
I
glanced
up
at
the
moon
despairingly
,
and
now
to
my
intense
joy
and
relief
saw
that
we
--
or
rather
the
almanack
--
had
made
no
mistake
.
On
the
edge
of
the
great
orb
lay
a
faint
rim
of
shadow
,
while
a
smoky
hue
grew
and
gathered
upon
its
bright
surface
.
Never
shall
I
forget
that
supreme
,
that
superb
moment
of
relief
.
Then
I
lifted
my
hand
solemnly
towards
the
sky
,
an
example
which
Sir
Henry
and
Good
followed
,
and
quoted
a
line
or
two
from
the
"
Ingoldsby
Legends
"
at
it
in
the
most
impressive
tones
that
I
could
command
.
Sir
Henry
followed
suit
with
a
verse
out
of
the
Old
Testament
,
and
something
about
Balbus
building
a
wall
,
in
Latin
,
whilst
Good
addressed
the
Queen
of
Night
in
a
volume
of
the
most
classical
bad
language
which
he
could
think
of
.
Slowly
the
penumbra
,
the
shadow
of
a
shadow
,
crept
on
over
the
bright
surface
,
and
as
it
crept
I
heard
deep
gasps
of
fear
rising
from
the
multitude
around
.
"
Look
,
O
king
!
"
I
cried
;
"
look
,
Gagool
!
Look
,
chiefs
and
people
and
women
,
and
see
if
the
white
men
from
the
Stars
keep
their
word
,
or
if
they
be
but
empty
liars
!
"
The
moon
grows
black
before
your
eyes
;
soon
there
will
be
darkness
--
ay
,
darkness
in
the
hour
of
the
full
moon
.
Ye
have
asked
for
a
sign
;
it
is
given
to
you
.
Grow
dark
,
O
Moon
!
withdraw
thy
light
,
thou
pure
and
holy
One
;
bring
the
proud
heart
of
usurping
murderers
to
the
dust
,
and
eat
up
the
world
with
shadows
.
"
A
groan
of
terror
burst
from
the
onlookers
.
Some
stood
petrified
with
dread
,
others
threw
themselves
upon
their
knees
and
cried
aloud
.
As
for
the
king
,
he
sat
still
and
turned
pale
beneath
his
dusky
skin
.
Only
Gagool
kept
her
courage
.
"
It
will
pass
,
"
she
cried
;
"
I
have
often
seen
the
like
before
;
no
man
can
put
out
the
moon
;
lose
not
heart
;
sit
still
--
the
shadow
will
pass
.
"
