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It
was
a
lucky
thought
,
a
happy
thought
.
That
it
was
so
considered
by
the
great
officials
was
manifested
by
the
silent
applause
that
shot
from
eye
to
eye
around
their
circle
in
the
form
of
bright
approving
glances
.
Yes
,
none
but
the
true
prince
could
dissolve
the
stubborn
mystery
of
the
vanished
Great
Seal
--
this
forlorn
little
impostor
had
been
taught
his
lesson
well
,
but
here
his
teachings
must
fail
,
for
his
teacher
himself
could
not
answer
that
question
--
ah
,
very
good
,
very
good
indeed
;
now
we
shall
be
rid
of
this
troublesome
and
perilous
business
in
short
order
!
And
so
they
nodded
invisibly
and
smiled
inwardly
with
satisfaction
,
and
looked
to
see
this
foolish
lad
stricken
with
a
palsy
of
guilty
confusion
.
How
surprised
they
were
,
then
,
to
see
nothing
of
the
sort
happen
--
how
they
marvelled
to
hear
him
answer
up
promptly
,
in
a
confident
and
untroubled
voice
,
and
say
--
"
There
is
nought
in
this
riddle
that
is
difficult
.
"
Then
,
without
so
much
as
a
by-your-leave
to
anybody
,
he
turned
and
gave
this
command
,
with
the
easy
manner
of
one
accustomed
to
doing
such
things
:
"
My
Lord
St.
John
,
go
you
to
my
private
cabinet
in
the
palace
--
for
none
knoweth
the
place
better
than
you
--
and
,
close
down
to
the
floor
,
in
the
left
corner
remotest
from
the
door
that
opens
from
the
ante-chamber
,
you
shall
find
in
the
wall
a
brazen
nail-head
;
press
upon
it
and
a
little
jewel-closet
will
fly
open
which
not
even
you
do
know
of
--
no
,
nor
any
soul
else
in
all
the
world
but
me
and
the
trusty
artisan
that
did
contrive
it
for
me
.
The
first
thing
that
falleth
under
your
eye
will
be
the
Great
Seal
--
fetch
it
hither
.
"
All
the
company
wondered
at
this
speech
,
and
wondered
still
more
to
see
the
little
mendicant
pick
out
this
peer
without
hesitancy
or
apparent
fear
of
mistake
,
and
call
him
by
name
with
such
a
placidly
convincing
air
of
having
known
him
all
his
life
.
The
peer
was
almost
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
neighbourhood
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
!
"