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My Lord Clancharlie, you can take your seat."
So be it," said the two sponsors.
"
The King-at-Arms rose, took the sword from the stand, and buckled it
round Gwynplaine's waist.
"Ce faict," says the old Norman charter, "le pair prend son espée, et
monte aux hauts siéges, et assiste a l'audience."
Gwynplaine heard a voice behind him which said,--
"
I array your lordship in a peer's robe."
At the same time, the officer who spoke to him, who was holding the
robe, placed it on him, and tied the black strings of the ermine cape
round his neck.
Gwynplaine, the scarlet robe on his shoulders, and the golden sword by
his side, was attired like the peers on his right and left.
The librarian presented to him the red book, and put it in the pocket of
his waistcoat.
The King-at-Arms murmured in his ear,--
"My lord, on entering, will bow to the royal chair."
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