(Turning to Imps)
Is there no one willing to obey our king?
Imps (all): No, not one—Would that our king were Santa—and here and now we pledge to him our allegiance.
(Each approaches Santa in turn making a profound bow, and then leaves the room—excepting Imp 1.)
Santa Claus’ Room
Imp 1: I know what power is this which makes me traitor to my king—Would I could warn him of his danger.
(Walks to and fro in deep thought.)
This will I do—With my dagger will I pinion to yon wall this commission of my king, so shall he learn of the king’s purpose to do him harm.
(Walks to back of stage—takes dagger from belt, and thrusts it through the Royal Commission to the wall.)
(Then, after making bow to Santa, he retires off stage.)