Isaac was as startled to hear this, as was the indigo-suited maniac-wrangler, and stepped up to the railing. He did this not for effect, but simply to see what in heaven’s name was going on. But the apparition of the ancient white-haired sorcerer-knight struck the attendant, and moved him aside, like a blast of wind blowing a door open. "I do beg your pardon, guv’nor," he said, in a much more moderate tone, after Saturn’s ruffians had filed past him. "Is there any way I can be of service?"