For he knew and his imagination circled out wider and wider that he might take it in--he knew that Europe itself at last dwelt again with one mind in her house. There beyond the channel--across which ten minutes ago, as the thunder of guns had told him, the Arbiter of the World had come at last with his train of kings behind him--there lay the huge continent, the great plains of France, the forests of Germany, the giant tumbled debris of Switzerland, the warm and radiant coasts, the ancient world-stage of Italy, passionate Spain which never yet had wholly lost her love. There all lay, at one at last, each her own, with her own liberties and customs and traditions, yet each in the service of her neighbour, since each and all alike lay beneath the Peace of God. Still wider fled his thought. . . . He saw to the southwards and far away westwards across the seas, how now this country, now that, flew its flag and administered its laws, yet how those flags all together saluted the Crossed Keys; how those laws, however diverse, bowed all together before the Law of Liberty; and how there, farther yet, already the gates of the East had rolled back, and how there peered out across half the world the patient seeking faces of those old children of earth, awakened at last to destinies greater than their own--awakened, not as men had once feared, by the thunder of Christian guns, but by the call of the Shepherd to sheep that were not of His Fold. . . . So there the vision lay before him--this man who had lost his memory and had found a greater gift instead. * * * * * An old priest in the white fur of a canon came gently up the deck from behind. . . . "Your Eminence . . ." he said, "they have signalled up the line. . . . I thought, perhaps----" The new Cardinal started as one from a dream. "What is it, Father Jervis? . . ." The old man looked at him closely; then he laid his hand on his arm. "Your Eminence, the King is waiting. Do you not remember? Your Eminence was to give the signal." Beneath, like huge voices speaking a single word all at once, roared the old guns from the Tower and Greenwich and the palaces. The Cardinal shook his head. "I . . . I forget," he said; "I was thinking. . . . What am I to do?" The old priest looked at him again earnestly, without speaking. Then he leaned forward closer still. "Will your Eminence authorize me to give the signals?" "Yes, yes, Father . . . anything. What am I to do? Have I to say anything?" His eyes had a look of dawning terror in them as he glanced from side to side. The priest once again laid his hand on the lace-covered wrist and held it there steadily. "Nothing at all, your Eminence. You have simply to sit still. I will arrange everything." Still standing there, he turned slightly and made a sharp gesture behind the throne with his left hand. A bell sounded instantly. There was a moment's silence. Then once again a bell; and a chorus answered it.