"How wrought they, to bring the storm?"
"By pulling off their stockings, sire."
This astonished Tom, and also fired his curiosity to fever heat. He said, eagerly—
"It is wonderful! Hath it always this dread effect?
"Always, my liege—at least if the woman desire it, and utter the needful words, either in her mind or with her tongue."
Tom turned to the woman, and said with impetuous zeal—
"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 every thing 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."
"O, 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—I require nought great or harmful, but indeed prefer the opposite—do this and thy life is spared—thou shalt go out free, with thy child, bearing the king's pardon, and safe from hurt or malice from any in the realm."
The woman prostrated herself, and protested, with tears, that she had no power to do the miracle, else she would gladly win her child's life, alone, and be content to lose her own, if by obedience to the king's command so precious a grace might be acquired.
Tom urged—the woman still adhered to her declarations. Finally he said—
"I think the woman hath said true. An' my mother were in her place and gifted with the devil's functions, she had not stayed a moment to call her storms and lay the whole land in ruins, if the
