“Exert thy power — I would see a storm!”

There was a sudden paling of cheeks in the superstitious assemblage, and a general, though unexpressed, desire to get out of the place — all of which was lost upon Tom, who was dead to everything but the proposed cataclysm.

Seeing a puzzled and astonished look in the woman’s face, he added, excitedly —

“Never fear — thou shalt be blameless. More — thou shalt go free — none shall touch thee. Exert thy power.”

“Oh, my lord the King, I have it not — I have been falsely accused.”

“Thy fears stay thee. Be of good heart, thou shalt suffer no harm. Make a storm — it mattereth not how small a one —