Lo, sir, in thine own land what wonders byn [have been] wrought.”
Margery sympathized deeply with the herald’s indignant tone.
“He’s killed all the babies, and it was no good after all!” she exclaimed. “He’s the wickedest and the most horrid man I ever saw! Look at him ‘raging’ again! What is he going to do now? See! the servants are getting his horse ready.”
“He’s going to ride into Egypt to see if he can find the three kings, to put them to death,” said Master Gyseburn.
“But he won’t!” observed Colin with much satisfaction. “There he goes riding through the crowd, still storming. Now he’s out of sight—and a good thing too.”
The last they saw of Herod was his huge sword brandished aloft; and the last sound they heard was his foolish voice raised in anger.
IX
At the End of the Day
The children had been so absorbed and interested in the last play, which was a long one, that when the pageant was wheeled away, they were surprised to find the market-place all glowing in the light of sunset. Little pink clouds like feathers were floating in the sky, across which flights of birds were winging their way to nests in the trees round the city.
“Giles will soon be home!” said Mistress Harpham. “If there’s time for one more play this evening I shall be mistaken. It will soon be dark.”
“Do they stop when it gets dark?” asked Margery.