Speak on, O Satrap." "I have been summoned here, Prince Peroa, by a writing under what seems to be the Signet of signets--the ancient White Seal that for generations unknown has been worn by the forefathers of the King of kings.

Where is this Signet ?" "Here," said the Prince, opening his robe.

"Look on it, Satrap, and let your lords look, but let none of you dare to touch it." Idernes looked long and earnestly, and so did some of his people, especially the lord with the hawk eyes.

Then they stared at each other bewildered and whispered together.
"It seems to be the very Seal--the White Seal itself!" exclaimed Idernes at length.

"Tell me now, Peroa.