Thunder-showers had been tolerably frequent of late,and I was not much afraid of a failure;still,I shouldn't have cared for a delay of a day or two;I should have explained that I was busy with affairs of state yet,and the people must wait.
Of course,we had a blazing sunny day --almost the first one without a cloud for three weeks;things always happen so.I kept secluded,and watched the weather.Clarence dropped in from time to time and said the public excitement was growing and growing all the time,and the whole country filling up with human masses as far as one could see from the battlements.
At last the wind sprang up and a cloud appeared --in the right quarter,too,and just at nightfall.For a little while I watched that distant cloud spread and blacken,then I judged it was time for me to appear.I ordered the torch-baskets to be lit,and Merlin liberated and sent to me.A quarter of an hour later I ascended the parapet and there found the king and the court assembled and gazing off in the darkness toward Merlin's Tower.Already the darkness was so heavy that one could not see far;these people and the old turrets,being partly in deep shadow and partly in the red glow from the great torch-baskets overhead,made a good deal of a picture.
Merlin arrived in a gloomy mood.I said:
"You wanted to burn me alive when I had not done you any harm,and latterly you have been trying to injure my professional reputation.Therefore Iam going to call down fire and blow up your tower,but it is only fair to give you a chance;now if you think you can break my enchantments and ward off the fires,step to the bat,it's your innings.""I can,fair sir,and I will.Doubt it not."He drew an imaginary circle on the stones of the roof,and burnt a pinch of powder in it,which sent up a small cloud of aromatic smoke,whereat everybody fell back and began to cross themselves and get uncomfortable.
Then he began to mutter and make passes in the air with his hands.He worked himself up slowly and gradually into a sort of frenzy,and got to thrashing around with his arms like the sails of a windmill.By this time the storm had about reached us;the gusts of wind were flaring the torches and making the shadows swash about,the first heavy drops of rain were falling,the world abroad was black as pitch,the lightning began to wink fitfully.
Of course,my rod would be loading itself now.In fact,things were imminent.
So I said:
"You have had time enough.I have given you every advantage,and not interfered.It is plain your magic is weak.It is only fair that I begin now."I made about three passes in the air,and then there was an awful crash and that old tower leaped into the sky in chunks,along with a vast volcanic fountain of fire that turned night to noonday,and showed a thousand acres of human beings groveling on the ground in a general collapse of consternation.
Well,it rained mortar and masonry the rest of the week.This was the report;but probably the facts would have modified it.
It was an effective miracle.The great bothersome temporary population vanished.There were a good many thousand tracks in the mud the next morning,but they were all outward bound.If I had advertised another miracle Icouldn't have raised an audience with a sheriff.
Merlin's stock was flat.The king wanted to stop his wages;he even wanted to banish him,but I interfered.I said he would be useful to work the weather,and attend to small matters like that,and I would give him a lift now and then when his poor little parlormagic soured on him.There wasn't a rag of his tower left,but I had the government rebuild it for him,and advised him to take boarders;but he was too hightoned for that.
And as for being grateful,he never even said thank you.He was a rather hard lot,take him how you might;but then you couldn't fairly expect a man to be sweet that had been set back so.
