the young king-第4节
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strode past the Bishop; and climbed up the steps of the altar; and
stood before the image of Christ。
He stood before the image of Christ; and on his right hand and on
his left were the marvellous vessels of gold; the chalice with the
yellow wine; and the vial with the holy oil。 He knelt before the
image of Christ; and the great candles burned brightly by the
jewelled shrine; and the smoke of the incense curled in thin blue
wreaths through the dome。 He bowed his head in prayer; and the
priests in their stiff copes crept away from the altar。
And suddenly a wild tumult came from the street outside; and in
entered the nobles with drawn swords and nodding plumes; and
shields of polished steel。 'Where is this dreamer of dreams?' they
cried。 'Where is this King who is apparelled like a beggar … this
boy who brings shame upon our state? Surely we will slay him; for
he is unworthy to rule over us。'
And the young King bowed his head again; and prayed; and when he
had finished his prayer he rose up; and turning round he looked at
them sadly。
And lo! through the painted windows came the sunlight streaming
upon him; and the sun…beams wove round him a tissued robe that was
fairer than the robe that had been fashioned for his pleasure。 The
dead staff blossomed; and bare lilies that were whiter than pearls。
The dry thorn blossomed; and bare roses that were redder than
rubies。 Whiter than fine pearls were the lilies; and their stems
were of bright silver。 Redder than male rubies were the roses; and
their leaves were of beaten gold。
He stood there in the raiment of a king; and the gates of the
jewelled shrine flew open; and from the crystal of the many…rayed
monstrance shone a marvellous and mystical light。 He stood there
in a king's raiment; and the Glory of God filled the place; and the
saints in their carven niches seemed to move。 In the fair raiment
of a king he stood before them; and the organ pealed out its music;
and the trumpeters blew upon their trumpets; and the singing boys
sang。
And the people fell upon their knees in awe; and the nobles
sheathed their swords and did homage; and the Bishop's face grew
pale; and his hands trembled。 'A greater than I hath crowned
thee;' he cried; and he knelt before him。
And the young King came down from the high altar; and passed home
through the midst of the people。 But no man dared look upon his
face; for it was like the face of an angel。