A toy indeed! So after playing with it for a bit the child had slipped it onto his little forefinger, which he held up the better to admire his new-found treasure.

So it came to pass that as Askurry's smooth, oily voice went on and on, those who listened could see a little image sitting on his knee.
A dignified, gracious-looking image with forefinger held up in the attitude of kingly command; and on that forefinger--what?
The Signet of the King! The Ring of Empire! It was unmistakable! Askurry must have found it in his fugitive brother's tent.

He must have concealed it.

Uncertain what part he meant to play in the end, he must have worn it on his person until the child--the true Heir-to-Empire---- The chiefs looked at each other furtively.

There was a pause.