"What is it?" she asked the Bedell, eagerly. "What has happened?"
"You shall hear," he replied. "The most dreadful thing that can
happen--a thing that has not happened since--.... But you will hear."
He waited a little longer, until all seemed to be assembled. Then he
stood upon a garden-bench and lifted up his voice:
"Listen! listen! listen!" he cried. "By order of the Holy College,
listen! Know ye all that, for his crimes and treacheries, the Arch
Physician has been deposed from his sacred office. Know ye all that he
is condemned to die." There was here a slight movement--a shiver--as
of a wood, on a still autumn day, at the first breath of the wind. "He
is condemned to die. He will be brought out without delay, and will
be executed in the sight of the whole People." Here they trembled.
"There are also condemned with him, as accomplices in his guilt, two
women--named respectively Mildred, or Mildred Carera in the old style,
and the girl Christine. Listen! listen! listen! It is forbidden to
any either to leave the place during the time of punishment, or to
interfere in order to stay punishment, or in any way to move or meddle
in the matter. Listen! Listen! Long live the Holy College!"
With that he descended and made his way back to the House. But Hilda
ran to the Museum with the news.
"Why," said Jack, "what could happen better? In the House, no one knows
what devilry of electricity and stuff they may have ready to hand.
Here, in the open, we can defy them. Nothing remains but to wait until
the prisoners are brought out, and then--then," he gasped, "remember
what we were. Geoffrey, you wear the old uniform. Let the spirit of
your old regiment fire your heart again. Ay, ay, you will do. Now,
let us a drill a little and practice fighting together, shoulder to
shoulder. Why, we are invincible."
Said I not that we might, if we ever regretted anything, regret that we
did not lock these conspirators in the Museum before we brought out our
prisoners to their death?
The great Bell of the House tolled; the People stood about in their
quiet way, looking on, apparently unmoved, while the carpenters quickly
hammered together a scaffold some six feet high.
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