Now Arnolde was just then holding Parliament, and hearing the shouting he rose to his feet and looked out of the window. When he saw the procession headed by his brother Cyril he started violently and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Turning to the nobles assembled about he cried, "To arms. An enemy advances upon us."
In a moment every man's sword was drawn, and following Arnolde they all dashed out of the building into the street to oppose the progress of King Cyril.
On they rushed towards Daimur's army, but were soon stopped and overpowered by the marines, who were in command of Prince Redmond.
Daimur, who in this perilous land was again wearing his cap and spectacles, approached the prisoners and examined the eyes of several of them.
Through his glasses he could see that the rose-colored powder had spread out and made a thin covering over each eye, and his magic cap told him that nothing could remove it but the tears of the victims themselves.
He told this to King Cyril.
"Can't you think of anything that would induce them to weep?" asked Daimur.
"Indeed I cannot," answered King Cyril, as he looked at their scowling, unfriendly faces.
Just then Prince Tasmir came forward.