The thronging masses
divided to give way to their sovereign. There were but few there that
knew the cause of the king's agitation. Those who witnessed his
countenance attributed it to the awful death of Scribbo and Shagoth.
All eyes are fastened on the king. With a hurried pace he ascends the
steps of the furnace. He has nearly reached the top. He stops. Now the
vast assembly eagerly listen for a royal address. But why turns he not
his face toward the throng? Regardless of the swaying masses, he lifts
his hand on high--he speaks! Hark! "Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, ye
servants of the most high God, come forth and come hither!"
At the conclusion of this, which seemed to the multitude an
incomprehensible speech, there were but few present who did not inwardly
pronounce the king to be laboring under a sudden fit of insanity.
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While all is still and solemn, behold, arm in arm, the forms of Shadrach,
Meshach, and Abednego! A heavenly smile rests on their countenances.
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