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At
long
intervals
he
drew
his
thumb
along
the
edge
of
his
knife
,
and
nodded
his
head
with
satisfaction
.
"
It
grows
sharper
,
"
he
said
;
"
yes
,
it
grows
sharper
.
"
He
took
no
note
of
the
flight
of
time
,
but
worked
tranquilly
on
,
entertaining
himself
with
his
thoughts
,
which
broke
out
occasionally
in
articulate
speech
--
"
His
father
wrought
us
evil
,
he
destroyed
us
--
and
is
gone
down
into
the
eternal
fires
!
Yes
,
down
into
the
eternal
fires
!
He
escaped
us
--
but
it
was
God
's
will
,
yes
it
was
God
's
will
,
we
must
not
repine
.
But
he
hath
not
escaped
the
fires
!
No
,
he
hath
not
escaped
the
fires
,
the
consuming
,
unpitying
,
remorseless
fires
--
and
they
are
everlasting
!
"
And
so
he
wrought
,
and
still
wrought
--
mumbling
,
chuckling
a
low
rasping
chuckle
at
times
--
and
at
times
breaking
again
into
words
--
"
It
was
his
father
that
did
it
all
.
I
am
but
an
archangel
;
but
for
him
I
should
be
pope
!
"
The
King
stirred
.
The
hermit
sprang
noiselessly
to
the
bedside
,
and
went
down
upon
his
knees
,
bending
over
the
prostrate
form
with
his
knife
uplifted
.
The
boy
stirred
again
;
his
eyes
came
open
for
an
instant
,
but
there
was
no
speculation
in
them
,
they
saw
nothing
;
the
next
moment
his
tranquil
breathing
showed
that
his
sleep
was
sound
once
more
.
The
hermit
watched
and
listened
,
for
a
time
,
keeping
his
position
and
scarcely
breathing
;
then
he
slowly
lowered
his
arms
,
and
presently
crept
away
,
saying
,
--
"
It
is
long
past
midnight
;
it
is
not
best
that
he
should
cry
out
,
lest
by
accident
someone
be
passing
.
"
He
glided
about
his
hovel
,
gathering
a
rag
here
,
a
thong
there
,
and
another
one
yonder
;
then
he
returned
,
and
by
careful
and
gentle
handling
he
managed
to
tie
the
King
's
ankles
together
without
waking
him
.
Next
he
essayed
to
tie
the
wrists
;
he
made
several
attempts
to
cross
them
,
but
the
boy
always
drew
one
hand
or
the
other
away
,
just
as
the
cord
was
ready
to
be
applied
;
but
at
last
,
when
the
archangel
was
almost
ready
to
despair
,
the
boy
crossed
his
hands
himself
,
and
the
next
moment
they
were
bound
