Before long the real business of the occasion began.  A battalion of priests arrived carrying sacred pictures.  That settled it:  this was war; these far-stretching masses of troops were bound for the front.  Their little monarch came out now, the sweetest little thing that ever travestied the human shape I think, and he lifted up his hands and blessed the passing armies, and they looked as grateful as they could, and made signs of humble and real reverence as they drifted by the holy pictures.

It was beautiful—­the whole thing; and wonderful, too, when those serried masses swung into line and went marching down the valley under the long array of fluttering flags.

Evidently they were going somewhere to fight for their king, which was the little manny that blessed them; and to preserve him and his brethren that occupied the other swell tents; to civilize and grasp a valuable little unwatched country for them somewhere.  But the little fellow and his brethren didn’t fall in—­that was a noticeable particular.  They didn’t fight; they stayed at home, where it was safe, and waited for the swag.

Very well, then-what ought we to do?  Had we no moral duty to perform?  Ought we to allow this war to begin?  Was it not our duty to stop it, in the name of right and righteousness?  Was it not our duty to administer a rebuke to this selfish and heartless Family?

The Duke was struck by that, and greatly moved.  He felt as I did about it, and was ready to do whatever was right, and thought we ought to pour boiling water on the Family and extinguish it, which we did.

It extinguished the armies, too, which was not intended.  We both regretted this, but the Duke said that these people were nothing to us, and deserved extinction anyway for being so poor-spirited as to serve such a Family.  He was loyally doing the like himself, and so was I, but I don’t think we thought of that.  And it wasn’t just the same, anyway, because we were sooflaskies, and they were only swinks.

Franklin realizes that no atom is destructible; that it has always existed and will exist forever; but he thinks all atoms will go out of this world some day and continue their life in a happier one.  Old Tolliver thinks no atom’s life will ever end, but he also thinks Blitzowski is the only world it will ever see, and that at no time in its eternity will it be either worse off or better off than it is now and always has been.  Of course he thinks the planet Blitzowski is itself eternal and indestructible—­at any rate he says he thinks that.  It could make me sad, only I know better.  D. T. will fetch Blitzy yet one of these days.