There was another thing that troubled me a little.Those multitudes presently began to agitate for another miracle.That was natural.To be able to carry back to their far homes the boast that they had seen the man who could command the sun,riding in the heavens,and be obeyed,would make them great in the eyes of their neighbors,and envied by them all;but to be able to also say they had seen him work a miracle themselves --why,people would come a distance to see THEM.The pressure got to be pretty strong.There was going to be an eclipse of the moon,and I knew the date and hour,but it was too far away.Two years.I would have given a good deal for license to hurry it up and use it now when there was a big market for it.It seemed a great pity to have it wasted so,and come lagging along at a time when a body wouldn't have any use for it,as like as not.If it had been booked for only a month away,I could have sold it short;but,as matters stood,I couldn't seem to cipher out any way to make it do me any good,so I gave up trying.Next,Clarence found that old Merlin was making himself busy on the sly among those people.He was spreading a report that I was a humbug,and that the reason I didn't accommodate the people with a miracle was because I couldn't.I saw that I must do something.I presently thought out a plan.

By my authority as executive I threw Merlin into prison --the same cell I had occupied myself.Then I gave public notice by herald and trumpet that I should be busy with affairs of state for a fortnight,but about the end of that time I would take a moment's leisure and blow up Merlin's stone tower by fires from heaven;in the meantime,whoso listened to evil reports about me,let him beware.Furthermore,I would perform but this one miracle at this time,and no more;if it failed to satisfy and any murmured,I would turn the murmurers into horses,and make them useful.

Quiet ensued.

I took Clarence into my confidence,to a certain degree,and we went to work privately.I told him that this was a sort of miracle that required a trifle of preparation,and that it would be sudden death to ever talk about these preparations to anybody.That made his mouth safe enough.Clandestinely we made a few bushels of first-rate blasting powder,and I superintended my armorers while they constructed a lightningrod and some wires.This old stone tower was very massive --and rather ruinous,too,for it was Roman,and four hundred years old.Yes,and handsome,after a rude fashion,and clothed with ivy from base to summit,as with a shirt of scale mail.

It stood on a lonely eminence,in good view from the castle,and about half a mile away.

Working by night,we stowed the powder in the tower --dug stones out,on the inside,and buried the powder in the walls themselves,which were fifteen feet thick at the base.We put in a peck at a time,in a dozen places.We could have blown up the Tower of London with these charges.

When the thirteenth night was come we put up our lightning-rod,bedded it in one of the batches of powder,and ran wires from it to the other batches.Everybody had shunned that locality from the day of my proclamation,but on the morning of the fourteenth I thought best to warn the people,through the heralds,to keep clear away --a quarter of a mile away.Then added,by command,that at some time during the twenty-four hours I would consummate the miracle,but would first give a brief notice;by flags on the castle towers if in the daytime,by torch-baskets in the same places if at night.