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334 the miracles of antichrist
does not see at all that a cloud of fire is floating on
the horizon.
Then he begins to walk again, and she creeps
down under cover. He does not need to talk to
her; it is joy enough to have him home again after
only two years’ absence. He was condemned to be
away for twenty-four. She had not expected ever
to see him again. But now the king has showed
grace. For the king is a good man. If only he
were allowed to be as good as he wished!
Bosco walks across the deck, and asks the sailors
if they do not see the golden cloud on the horizon.
“That is Palermo,” say the seamen. “There is
always a bright light floating over it at night.”
It cannot be anything that concerns him. He
tries to persuade himself that nothing is being done
for him. He can hardly expect every one all at
once to have become socialists.
But after a while he thinks: “ Still there must be
something unusual going on. All the sailors are
gathering forward at the bow.”
“Palermo is burning,” say the seamen.
Yes, that is what it must be. — It is because he
has suffered so terribly that he expects something
should be done for him.
Then the sailors see the fires on the mountains.
It cannot be a conflagration. It must be some
saint’s day. They ask one another what day it is.
He, too, tries to believe that it is some such
thing. He asks his mother if it is a feast-day.
They have so many of them.
They come nearer and nearer. The thundering
sound of the festival in the great city meets them.
“All Palermo is singing and playing to-night,”
says one.
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