THE CONSISTORY: Laus Tibi, Christe...
So the public consistory -- which, be you reminded, takes place within the context of the Liturgy of the Word -- has reached the Gospel.
After that comes... the Pope's Homily.
The creation already happened -- at the beginning of the ceremony, the Pope reads aloud the biglietto (literally, the ticket) which elevates the slated prelates to the College. So they're in, they're just waiting for the hats.
(And, while I'm at it, some trivia: the rite of the public consistory being used today was renewed in 1991 by who? Hint: it's the same "Who?" who's still, after a year, at the Pope's side.... Grazie Dio.)
In his speech, L'Em.mo William Levada (can't use the title for another half hour or so) alluded to tomorrow's observance of the Annunciation, telling the Pope in the name of the honorees that, "In your Fiat, is our own."
Bernard Law is sitting smack-dab at the end of a row of the current College, closer to the Piazza than the Basilica. This sets up the shot that, I'd bet all the money in the world, will be on tomorrow morning's front-pages in Boston: the requisite embrace between Law and O'Malley as the new cardinals wend their way through their elder brethren, exchanging a kiss of peace in the Roman form with each.
More in a bit.