sifted down.

"The time has come," he said; "the fatal moment is here! I should give
the signal for which the executioners wait. But something holds me
back. In Heaven's name, what does it all mean? Is it sorcery or--"

"It is the Lord's will," said John quietly. "Oh, pray, let me see the
King."

"I do not understand," muttered the Chamberlain hoarsely. "But, in the
name of the talisman which you wear, enter. Go alone. I dare not face
the King with his order disobeyed."

A broad aisle was left open down the hall through the ranks of lords
and ladies. At the end of it was a tall gilt throne. And on the
throne, clad in purple and gold, John saw a figure sitting, pale and
terrible. It was the King. John knew his cold, cruel face, although
the man had greatly altered in those weeks since the day of hunting in
the park. For now the King's hair was snow-white and his body was bent
like that of an old man.

John fixed his eyes upon this figure and began to walk forward
steadily. Beside him paced Brutus, looking up anxiously into the boy's
face. In his right hand John led the bear, walking upright. The wolf
slunk behind, with lolling tongue. In his arms John still carried the
kittens, and on his shoulder perched the raven, while Blanche trotted
behind him.

It was indeed a strange sight. A hush came upon the hall, and every
one stared open-mouthed as they passed along. At last the King