(A loud crash is heard; enter King Hilderbrandt with his army of Chicago and Alton conductors, armed to the teeth. In the centre they drag Arac, Guron and Synthius, chained together.)
HILD.—(Coming down.)
Some years ago,
No doubt you know
(And if you don’t I’ll tell you so),
You gave your troth
Upon your oath
To Hilarion my son.
A vow you make