The king arose and stared at this captain, until he perforce stammered:
“O most gracious king, I have not my roll; but in two days will it be ready.”
But not of him, nor of his certificate, was the king thinking. His thought was for this new, menacing power. After some minutes’ absorption, his tones rang fierce:
“Is there more?”
The chamberlain iterated, “Is there more?”
“O most gracious of kings, there is no more.”
The captain was waved back to his place. The king, standing most erect, addressed all.
“Rulers, Priests, Nobles, Captains, Leaders, People, let us look to this. Let it be the one mind to fall upon and crush this Pelasgia! What will ye?”
Senil arose.
“Senil, what wilt thou?”