The lightning conductor had taken the full shock of the lightning flash, and then fallen.
For the future, he—the King—would be alone.
But that was a small matter, now—
In the presence of this great man's triumphant self-sacrifice, any thought of self seemed irreverence—
Some minutes passed.
Then the Duke's lips moved again—
"We shall not all sleep—but we shall all be changed—in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye—for the trumpet shall sound—and we shall be changed—"
The King bowed his head—
For this man, surely, all the trumpets would sound on the other side. For this man—they would crowd the battlements of Heaven to see him enter—
A little later, the physician touched the King on the shoulder.