We do not presume to come to this your table, O Harry, trusting in our own superiority, but in your manifold and great words. We are not clever enough to procure our own Rocks for this table. But you are the same Harry, whose property is always to have a ready supply of Consolation: Grant us, therefore, Great Chief, to inhale the Lines purchased on our behalf, and thereby partake of paradise, that we may evermore dwell in El Dorado, and vice versa. So there.

Here may be sung a hymn.

Then shall the Chosen One first receive Harry's Consolation himself, and proceed to deliver the same to Parish Beacons and Guards in like manner, and, after that, to the People. And sufficient opportunity shall be given to those present to be consoled, provided they have receipts. And when he delivers the Mirror, with its Lines, he shall say,

The Consolation of our Friend Harry, which was devised for you, remove from your mind all thoughts of any kind. Take and inhale this in remembrance that Harry got away with everything, proving that you can too, for as long as it lasts.

When all have been consoled, the Chosen One shall return to the Harrier Table, and carefully place within the Safe what remains of the Lines, locking and bolting the door with great thoroughness.