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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net + + +Title: The Prince and The Pauper, Complete + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: August 20, 2006 [EBook #1837] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PRINCE AND THE PAUPER *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger. The earliest PG edition was prepared by +Les Bowler + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + + + +<a name="contents"></a> +<br> + + <h3>CONTENTS</h3> + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> + + +<tr><td><a href="p1.htm"><big><b>Part 1.</b></big></a> </td><td> Chapter </td><td> I. </td><td> to </td><td> IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p2.htm"><big><b>Part 2.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> V.</td><td> to </td><td> VII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p3.htm"><big><b>Part 3.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter</td><td> VIII. </td><td>to </td><td> XI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p4.htm"><big><b>Part 4.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XII. </td><td> to </td><td> XIV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p5.htm"><big><b>Part 5.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XV. </td><td> to </td><td> XVII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p6.htm"><big><b>Part 6.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XVIII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p7.htm"><big><b>Part 7.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXII.</td><td> to </td><td> XXVI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p8.htm"><big><b>Part 8.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXVII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p9.htm"><big><b>Part 9.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXXII.</td><td> to </td><td> Conclusion</td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h3> +INDEX OF CHAPTERS</h3> + + + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td align=right> + + +I. </td><td><a href="p1.htm#c1">The birth of the Prince and the Pauper.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +II. </td><td><a href="p1.htm#c2">Tom's early life.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +III.</td><td><a href="p1.htm#c3">Tom's meeting with the Prince.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +IV. </td><td><a href="p1.htm#c4">The Prince's troubles begin.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +V.</td><td> <a href="p2.htm#c5">Tom as a patrician.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +VI.</td><td><a href="p2.htm#c6">Tom receives instructions.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +VII.</td><td><a href="p2.htm#c7">Tom's first royal dinner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +VIII. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c8">The question of the Seal.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +IX. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c9">The river pageant.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +X. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c10">The Prince in the toils.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XI. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c11">At Guildhall.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XII. </td><td><a href="p4.htm#c12">The Prince and his deliverer.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XIII. </td><td><a href="p4.htm#c13">The disappearance of the Prince.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XIV. </td><td><a href="p4.htm#c14">'Le Roi est mort—vive le Roi.'</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XV. </td><td><a href="p5.htm#c15">Tom as King.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XVI. </td><td><a href="p5.htm#c16">The state dinner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XVII. </td><td><a href="p5.htm#c17">Foo-foo the First.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XVIII. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c18">The Prince with the tramps.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XIX. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c19">The Prince with the peasants.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XX. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c20">The Prince and the hermit.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXI. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c21">Hendon to the rescue.</a><br></td></tr><tr> + + +<td align=right>XXII. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c22">A victim of treachery.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXIII.</td><td><a href="p7.htm#c23">The Prince a prisoner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXIV. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c24">The escape.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXV. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c25">Hendon Hall.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXVI. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c26">Disowned.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XXVII. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c27">In prison.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXVIII. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c28">The sacrifice.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXIX. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c29">To London.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXX. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c30">Tom's progress.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXXI. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c31">The Recognition procession.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + + +XXXII. </td><td><a href="p9.htm#c32">Coronation Day</a>.<br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXXIII. </td><td><a href="p9.htm#c33">Edward as King.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +Conclusion. </td><td><a href="p9.htm#c34">Justice and Retribution.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + </td><td><a href="p9.htm#35-403">Notes.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<center> +<h1>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER</h1> +<br><br> +<h2>by Mark Twain +<br><br><br><br>Complete +</h2> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (148K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1018" width="948"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece1.jpg (135K)" src="images/frontispiece1.jpg" height="1067" width="745"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (123K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="939" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (62K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1083" width="815"> +</center> +<br><br> + +<a name="greatseal"></a><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="greatseal.jpg (68K)" src="images/greatseal.jpg" height="438" width="711"> +<br>The Great Seal +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (21K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="420" width="663"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="inscription.jpg (16K)" src="images/inscription.jpg" height="219" width="601"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote> +<b> +I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his +father, which latter had it of HIS father, this last having in like +manner had it of HIS father—and so on, back and still back, three +hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so +preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + + + + + + + + <h3>CONTENTS</h3> + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> + + +<tr><td><a href="p1.htm"><big><b>Part 1.</b></big></a> </td><td> Chapter </td><td> I. </td><td> to </td><td> IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p2.htm"><big><b>Part 2.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> V.</td><td> to </td><td> VII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p3.htm"><big><b>Part 3.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter</td><td> VIII. </td><td>to </td><td> XI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p4.htm"><big><b>Part 4.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XII. </td><td> to </td><td> XIV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p5.htm"><big><b>Part 5.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XV. </td><td> to </td><td> XVII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p6.htm"><big><b>Part 6.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XVIII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p7.htm"><big><b>Part 7.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXII.</td><td> to </td><td> XXVI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p8.htm"><big><b>Part 8.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXVII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p9.htm"><big><b>Part 9.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXXII.</td><td> to </td><td> Conclusion</td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Prince and The Pauper, Complete +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PRINCE AND THE PAUPER *** + +***** This file should be named 1837-h.htm or 1837-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.net/1/8/3/1837/ + +Produced by David Widger. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net + + +Title: The Prince and The Pauper, Complete + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: August 20, 2006 [EBook #1837] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PRINCE AND THE PAUPER *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger. The earliest PG edition was prepared by +Les Bowler + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + + + +<a name="contents"></a> +<br> + + <h3>CONTENTS</h3> + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> + + +<tr><td><a href="p1.htm"><big><b>Part 1.</b></big></a> </td><td> Chapter </td><td> I. </td><td> to </td><td> IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p2.htm"><big><b>Part 2.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> V.</td><td> to </td><td> VII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p3.htm"><big><b>Part 3.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter</td><td> VIII. </td><td>to </td><td> XI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p4.htm"><big><b>Part 4.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XII. </td><td> to </td><td> XIV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p5.htm"><big><b>Part 5.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XV. </td><td> to </td><td> XVII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p6.htm"><big><b>Part 6.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XVIII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p7.htm"><big><b>Part 7.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXII.</td><td> to </td><td> XXVI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p8.htm"><big><b>Part 8.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXVII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p9.htm"><big><b>Part 9.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXXII.</td><td> to </td><td> Conclusion</td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h3> +INDEX OF CHAPTERS</h3> + + + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td align=right> + + +I. </td><td><a href="p1.htm#c1">The birth of the Prince and the Pauper.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +II. </td><td><a href="p1.htm#c2">Tom's early life.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +III.</td><td><a href="p1.htm#c3">Tom's meeting with the Prince.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +IV. </td><td><a href="p1.htm#c4">The Prince's troubles begin.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +V.</td><td> <a href="p2.htm#c5">Tom as a patrician.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +VI.</td><td><a href="p2.htm#c6">Tom receives instructions.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +VII.</td><td><a href="p2.htm#c7">Tom's first royal dinner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +VIII. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c8">The question of the Seal.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +IX. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c9">The river pageant.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +X. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c10">The Prince in the toils.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XI. </td><td><a href="p3.htm#c11">At Guildhall.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XII. </td><td><a href="p4.htm#c12">The Prince and his deliverer.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XIII. </td><td><a href="p4.htm#c13">The disappearance of the Prince.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XIV. </td><td><a href="p4.htm#c14">'Le Roi est mort—vive le Roi.'</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XV. </td><td><a href="p5.htm#c15">Tom as King.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XVI. </td><td><a href="p5.htm#c16">The state dinner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XVII. </td><td><a href="p5.htm#c17">Foo-foo the First.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XVIII. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c18">The Prince with the tramps.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XIX. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c19">The Prince with the peasants.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XX. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c20">The Prince and the hermit.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXI. </td><td><a href="p6.htm#c21">Hendon to the rescue.</a><br></td></tr><tr> + + +<td align=right>XXII. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c22">A victim of treachery.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXIII.</td><td><a href="p7.htm#c23">The Prince a prisoner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXIV. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c24">The escape.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXV. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c25">Hendon Hall.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXVI. </td><td><a href="p7.htm#c26">Disowned.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + +XXVII. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c27">In prison.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXVIII. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c28">The sacrifice.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXIX. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c29">To London.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXX. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c30">Tom's progress.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXXI. </td><td><a href="p8.htm#c31">The Recognition procession.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + + +XXXII. </td><td><a href="p9.htm#c32">Coronation Day</a>.<br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +XXXIII. </td><td><a href="p9.htm#c33">Edward as King.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> +Conclusion. </td><td><a href="p9.htm#c34">Justice and Retribution.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td align=right> + </td><td><a href="p9.htm#35-403">Notes.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<center> +<h1>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER</h1> +<br><br> +<h2>by Mark Twain +<br><br><br><br>Complete +</h2> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (148K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1018" width="948"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece1.jpg (135K)" src="images/frontispiece1.jpg" height="1067" width="745"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (123K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="939" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (62K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1083" width="815"> +</center> +<br><br> + +<a name="greatseal"></a><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="greatseal.jpg (68K)" src="images/greatseal.jpg" height="438" width="711"> +<br>The Great Seal +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (21K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="420" width="663"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="inscription.jpg (16K)" src="images/inscription.jpg" height="219" width="601"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote> +<b> +I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his +father, which latter had it of HIS father, this last having in like +manner had it of HIS father—and so on, back and still back, three +hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so +preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + + + + + + + + <h3>CONTENTS</h3> + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> + + +<tr><td><a href="p1.htm"><big><b>Part 1.</b></big></a> </td><td> Chapter </td><td> I. </td><td> to </td><td> IV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p2.htm"><big><b>Part 2.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> V.</td><td> to </td><td> VII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p3.htm"><big><b>Part 3.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter</td><td> VIII. </td><td>to </td><td> XI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p4.htm"><big><b>Part 4.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XII. </td><td> to </td><td> XIV.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p5.htm"><big><b>Part 5.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XV. </td><td> to </td><td> XVII.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p6.htm"><big><b>Part 6.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XVIII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p7.htm"><big><b>Part 7.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXII.</td><td> to </td><td> XXVI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p8.htm"><big><b>Part 8.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXVII. </td><td> to </td><td> XXXI.</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="p9.htm"><big><b>Part 9.</b></big></a></td><td> Chapter </td><td> XXXII.</td><td> to </td><td> Conclusion</td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Prince and The Pauper, Complete +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PRINCE AND THE PAUPER *** + +***** This file should be named 1837-h.htm or 1837-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.net/1/8/3/1837/ + +Produced by David Widger. 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It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +I. </td><td><a href="#c1">The birth of the Prince and the Pauper.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +II. </td><td><a href="#c2">Tom's early life.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +III. </td><td><a href="#c3">Tom's meeting with the Prince.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +IV. </td><td><a href="#c4">The Prince's troubles begin.</a><br></td></tr> + + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + +<a href="#greatseal">THE GREAT SEAL (frontispiece)</a><br><br> +<a href="#01-021">THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER</a><br><br> +<a href="#01-023">"SPLENDID PAGEANTS AND GREAT BONFIRES"</a><br><br> +<a href="#02-025">TOM'S EARLY LIFE </a><br><br> +<a href="#02-028">OFFAL COURT</a><br><br> +<a href="#02-029">"WITH ANY MISERABLE CRUST"</a><br><br> +<a href="#02-030">"HE OFTEN READ THE PRIEST'S BOOKS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#02-031">"SAW POOR ANNE ASKEW BURNED"</a><br><br> +<a href="#02-032">"BROUGHT THEIR PERPLEXITIES TO TOM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#02-033">"LONGING FOR THE PORK-PIES" </a><br><br> +<a href="#03-035">TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE</a><br><br> +<a href="#03-037">"AT TEMPLE BAR"</a><br><br> +<a href="#03-039">"LET HIM IN"</a><br><br> +<a href="#03-041">"HOW OLD BE THESE</a><br><br> +<a href="#03-043">"DOFF THY RAGS, AND DON THESE SPLENDORS" </a><br><br> +<a href="#03-046">"I SALUTE YOUR GRACIOUS HIGHNESS!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#04-047">THE PRINCE'S TROUBLES BEGIN</a><br><br> +<a href="#04-050">"SET UPON BY DOGS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#04-052">"A DRUNKEN RUFFIAN COLLARED HIM"</a><br><br> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c1"></a> +<a name="01-021"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="01-021.jpg (73K)" src="images/01-021.jpg" height="546" width="720"> +</center> +<br><br> +<a name="01-023"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="01-023.jpg (147K)" src="images/01-023.jpg" height="923" width="752"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter I. The birth of the Prince and the Pauper.</p> + +<p>In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second +quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the +name of Canty, who did not want him. On the same day another English +child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want him. +All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and hoped for +him, and prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the +people went nearly mad for joy. Mere acquaintances hugged and kissed +each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, and high and low, rich +and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept +this up for days and nights together. By day, London was a sight to see, +with gay banners waving from every balcony and housetop, and splendid +pageants marching along. By night, it was again a sight to see, with its +great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry +around them. There was no talk in all England but of the new baby, +Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales, who lay lapped in silks and satins, +unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that great lords and ladies +were tending him and watching over him—and not caring, either. But +there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor +rags, except among the family of paupers whom he had just come to trouble +with his presence.</p> + + + +<br><br><br><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c2"></a> +<a name="02-025"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="02-025.jpg (57K)" src="images/02-025.jpg" height="449" width="709"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<p>Chapter II. Tom's early life.</p> + +<p>Let us skip a number of years.</p> + +<p>London was fifteen hundred years old, and was a great town—for that day. +It had a hundred thousand inhabitants—some think double as many. The +streets were very narrow, and crooked, and dirty, especially in the part +where Tom Canty lived, which was not far from London Bridge. The houses +were of wood, with the second story projecting over the first, and the +third sticking its elbows out beyond the second. The higher the houses +grew, the broader they grew. They were skeletons of strong criss-cross +beams, with solid material between, coated with plaster. The beams were +painted red or blue or black, according to the owner's taste, and this +gave the houses a very picturesque look. The windows were small, glazed +with little diamond-shaped panes, and they opened outward, on hinges, +like doors.</p> + +<p>The house which Tom's father lived in was up a foul little pocket called +Offal Court, out of Pudding Lane. It was small, decayed, and rickety, +but it was packed full of wretchedly poor families. Canty's tribe +occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of +bedstead in the corner; but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, +Bet and Nan, were not restricted—they had all the floor to themselves, +and might sleep where they chose. There were the remains of a blanket or +two, and some bundles of ancient and dirty straw, but these could not +rightly be called beds, for they were not organised; they were kicked +into a general pile, mornings, and selections made from the mass at +night, for service.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="02-028"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="02-028.jpg (94K)" src="images/02-028.jpg" height="855" width="443"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Bet and Nan were fifteen years old—twins. They were good-hearted girls, +unclean, clothed in rags, and profoundly ignorant. Their mother was like +them. But the father and the grandmother were a couple of fiends. They +got drunk whenever they could; then they fought each other or anybody +else who came in the way; they cursed and swore always, drunk or sober; +John Canty was a thief, and his mother a beggar. They made beggars of +the children, but failed to make thieves of them. Among, but not of, the +dreadful rabble that inhabited the house, was a good old priest whom the +King had turned out of house and home with a pension of a few farthings, +and he used to get the children aside and teach them right ways secretly. +Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin, and how to read and write; +and would have done the same with the girls, but they were afraid of the +jeers of their friends, who could not have endured such a queer +accomplishment in them.</p> + +<p>All Offal Court was just such another hive as Canty's house. Drunkenness, +riot and brawling were the order, there, every night and nearly all night +long. Broken heads were as common as hunger in that place. Yet little +Tom was not unhappy. He had a hard time of it, but did not know it. It +was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had, therefore he +supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing. When he came home +empty-handed at night, he knew his father would curse him and thrash him +first, and that when he was done the awful grandmother would do it all +over again and improve on it; and that away in the night his starving +mother would slip to him stealthily with any miserable scrap or crust she +had been able to save for him by going hungry herself, notwithstanding +she was often caught in that sort of treason and soundly beaten for it by +her husband.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="02-029"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="02-029.jpg (55K)" src="images/02-029.jpg" height="358" width="472"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>No, Tom's life went along well enough, especially in summer. He only +begged just enough to save himself, for the laws against mendicancy were +stringent, and the penalties heavy; so he put in a good deal of his time +listening to good Father Andrew's charming old tales and legends about +giants and fairies, dwarfs and genii, and enchanted castles, and gorgeous +kings and princes. His head grew to be full of these wonderful things, +and many a night as he lay in the dark on his scant and offensive straw, +tired, hungry, and smarting from a thrashing, he unleashed his +imagination and soon forgot his aches and pains in delicious picturings +to himself of the charmed life of a petted prince in a regal palace. One +desire came in time to haunt him day and night: it was to see a real +prince, with his own eyes. He spoke of it once to some of his Offal +Court comrades; but they jeered him and scoffed him so unmercifully that +he was glad to keep his dream to himself after that.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="02-030"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="02-030.jpg (80K)" src="images/02-030.jpg" height="702" width="443"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He often read the priest's old books and got him to explain and enlarge +upon them. His dreamings and readings worked certain changes in him, by- +and-by. His dream-people were so fine that he grew to lament his shabby +clothing and his dirt, and to wish to be clean and better clad. He went +on playing in the mud just the same, and enjoying it, too; but, instead +of splashing around in the Thames solely for the fun of it, he began to +find an added value in it because of the washings and cleansings it +afforded.</p> + +<p>Tom could always find something going on around the Maypole in Cheapside, +and at the fairs; and now and then he and the rest of London had a chance +to see a military parade when some famous unfortunate was carried +prisoner to the Tower, by land or boat. One summer's day he saw poor Anne +Askew and three men burned at the stake in Smithfield, and heard an ex- +Bishop preach a sermon to them which did not interest him. Yes, Tom's +life was varied and pleasant enough, on the whole.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="02-031"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="02-031.jpg (171K)" src="images/02-031.jpg" height="1019" width="748"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>By-and-by Tom's reading and dreaming about princely life wrought such a +strong effect upon him that he began to ACT the prince, unconsciously. +His speech and manners became curiously ceremonious and courtly, to the +vast admiration and amusement of his intimates. But Tom's influence +among these young people began to grow now, day by day; and in time he +came to be looked up to, by them, with a sort of wondering awe, as a +superior being. He seemed to know so much! and he could do and say such +marvellous things! and withal, he was so deep and wise! Tom's remarks, +and Tom's performances, were reported by the boys to their elders; and +these, also, presently began to discuss Tom Canty, and to regard him as a +most gifted and extraordinary creature. Full-grown people brought their +perplexities to Tom for solution, and were often astonished at the wit +and wisdom of his decisions. In fact he was become a hero to all who +knew him except his own family—these, only, saw nothing in him.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="02-032"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="02-032.jpg (47K)" src="images/02-032.jpg" height="470" width="343"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Privately, after a while, Tom organised a royal court! He was the +prince; his special comrades were guards, chamberlains, equerries, lords +and ladies in waiting, and the royal family. Daily the mock prince was +received with elaborate ceremonials borrowed by Tom from his romantic +readings; daily the great affairs of the mimic kingdom were discussed in +the royal council, and daily his mimic highness issued decrees to his +imaginary armies, navies, and viceroyalties.</p> + +<p>After which, he would go forth in his rags and beg a few farthings, eat +his poor crust, take his customary cuffs and abuse, and then stretch +himself upon his handful of foul straw, and resume his empty grandeurs in +his dreams.</p> + +<p>And still his desire to look just once upon a real prince, in the flesh, +grew upon him, day by day, and week by week, until at last it absorbed +all other desires, and became the one passion of his life.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="02-033"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="02-033.jpg (41K)" src="images/02-033.jpg" height="490" width="258"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>One January day, on his usual begging tour, he tramped despondently up +and down the region round about Mincing Lane and Little East Cheap, hour +after hour, bare-footed and cold, looking in at cook-shop windows and +longing for the dreadful pork-pies and other deadly inventions displayed +there—for to him these were dainties fit for the angels; that is, +judging by the smell, they were—for it had never been his good luck to +own and eat one. There was a cold drizzle of rain; the atmosphere was +murky; it was a melancholy day. At night Tom reached home so wet and +tired and hungry that it was not possible for his father and grandmother +to observe his forlorn condition and not be moved—after their fashion; +wherefore they gave him a brisk cuffing at once and sent him to bed. For +a long time his pain and hunger, and the swearing and fighting going on +in the building, kept him awake; but at last his thoughts drifted away to +far, romantic lands, and he fell asleep in the company of jewelled and +gilded princelings who live in vast palaces, and had servants salaaming +before them or flying to execute their orders. And then, as usual, he +dreamed that HE was a princeling himself.</p> + +<p>All night long the glories of his royal estate shone upon him; he moved +among great lords and ladies, in a blaze of light, breathing perfumes, +drinking in delicious music, and answering the reverent obeisances of the +glittering throng as it parted to make way for him, with here a smile, +and there a nod of his princely head.</p> + +<p>And when he awoke in the morning and looked upon the wretchedness about +him, his dream had had its usual effect—it had intensified the +sordidness of his surroundings a thousandfold. Then came bitterness, and +heart-break, and tears.</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c3"></a> +<a name="03-035"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="03-035.jpg (77K)" src="images/03-035.jpg" height="557" width="710"> +</center> +<br><br> +<a name="03-037"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="03-037.jpg (143K)" src="images/03-037.jpg" height="856" width="769"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter III. Tom's meeting with the Prince.</p> + +<p>Tom got up hungry, and sauntered hungry away, but with his thoughts busy +with the shadowy splendours of his night's dreams. He wandered here and +there in the city, hardly noticing where he was going, or what was +happening around him. People jostled him, and some gave him rough +speech; but it was all lost on the musing boy. By-and-by he found +himself at Temple Bar, the farthest from home he had ever travelled in +that direction. He stopped and considered a moment, then fell into his +imaginings again, and passed on outside the walls of London. The Strand +had ceased to be a country-road then, and regarded itself as a street, +but by a strained construction; for, though there was a tolerably compact +row of houses on one side of it, there were only some scattered great +buildings on the other, these being palaces of rich nobles, with ample +and beautiful grounds stretching to the river—grounds that are now +closely packed with grim acres of brick and stone.</p> + +<p>Tom discovered Charing Village presently, and rested himself at the +beautiful cross built there by a bereaved king of earlier days; then +idled down a quiet, lovely road, past the great cardinal's stately +palace, toward a far more mighty and majestic palace beyond—Westminster. +Tom stared in glad wonder at the vast pile of masonry, the wide-spreading +wings, the frowning bastions and turrets, the huge stone gateway, with +its gilded bars and its magnificent array of colossal granite lions, and +other the signs and symbols of English royalty. Was the desire of his +soul to be satisfied at last? Here, indeed, was a king's palace. Might +he not hope to see a prince now—a prince of flesh and blood, if Heaven +were willing?</p> + +<p>At each side of the gilded gate stood a living statue—that is to say, an +erect and stately and motionless man-at-arms, clad from head to heel in +shining steel armour. At a respectful distance were many country folk, +and people from the city, waiting for any chance glimpse of royalty that +might offer. Splendid carriages, with splendid people in them and +splendid servants outside, were arriving and departing by several other +noble gateways that pierced the royal enclosure.</p> + +<p>Poor little Tom, in his rags, approached, and was moving slowly and +timidly past the sentinels, with a beating heart and a rising hope, when +all at once he caught sight through the golden bars of a spectacle that +almost made him shout for joy. Within was a comely boy, tanned and brown +with sturdy outdoor sports and exercises, whose clothing was all of +lovely silks and satins, shining with jewels; at his hip a little +jewelled sword and dagger; dainty buskins on his feet, with red heels; +and on his head a jaunty crimson cap, with drooping plumes fastened with +a great sparkling gem. Several gorgeous gentlemen stood near—his +servants, without a doubt. Oh! he was a prince—a prince, a living +prince, a real prince—without the shadow of a question; and the prayer +of the pauper-boy's heart was answered at last.</p> + +<p>Tom's breath came quick and short with excitement, and his eyes grew big +with wonder and delight. Everything gave way in his mind instantly to +one desire: that was to get close to the prince, and have a good, +devouring look at him. Before he knew what he was about, he had his face +against the gate-bars. The next instant one of the soldiers snatched him +rudely away, and sent him spinning among the gaping crowd of country +gawks and London idlers. The soldier said,—</p> + +<p>"Mind thy manners, thou young beggar!"</p> + +<p>The crowd jeered and laughed; but the young prince sprang to the gate +with his face flushed, and his eyes flashing with indignation, and cried +out,—</p> + +<p>"How dar'st thou use a poor lad like that? How dar'st thou use the King +my father's meanest subject so? Open the gates, and let him in!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="03-039"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="03-039.jpg (171K)" src="images/03-039.jpg" height="1055" width="741"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>You should have seen that fickle crowd snatch off their hats then. You +should have heard them cheer, and shout, "Long live the Prince of Wales!"</p> + +<p>The soldiers presented arms with their halberds, opened the gates, and +presented again as the little Prince of Poverty passed in, in his +fluttering rags, to join hands with the Prince of Limitless Plenty.</p> + +<p>Edward Tudor said—</p> + +<p>"Thou lookest tired and hungry: thou'st been treated ill. Come with +me."</p> + +<p>Half a dozen attendants sprang forward to—I don't know what; interfere, +no doubt. But they were waved aside with a right royal gesture, and they +stopped stock still where they were, like so many statues. Edward took +Tom to a rich apartment in the palace, which he called his cabinet. By +his command a repast was brought such as Tom had never encountered before +except in books. The prince, with princely delicacy and breeding, sent +away the servants, so that his humble guest might not be embarrassed by +their critical presence; then he sat near by, and asked questions while +Tom ate.</p> + +<p>"What is thy name, lad?"</p> + +<p>"Tom Canty, an' it please thee, sir."</p> + +<p>"'Tis an odd one. Where dost live?"</p> + +<p>"In the city, please thee, sir. Offal Court, out of Pudding Lane."</p> + +<p>"Offal Court! Truly 'tis another odd one. Hast parents?"</p> + +<p>"Parents have I, sir, and a grand-dam likewise that is but indifferently +precious to me, God forgive me if it be offence to say it—also twin +sisters, Nan and Bet."</p> + +<p>"Then is thy grand-dam not over kind to thee, I take it?"</p> + +<p>"Neither to any other is she, so please your worship. She hath a wicked +heart, and worketh evil all her days."</p> + +<p>"Doth she mistreat thee?"</p> + +<p>"There be times that she stayeth her hand, being asleep or overcome with +drink; but when she hath her judgment clear again, she maketh it up to me +with goodly beatings."</p> + +<p>A fierce look came into the little prince's eyes, and he cried out—</p> + +<p>"What! Beatings?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, indeed, yes, please you, sir."</p> + +<p>"BEATINGS!—and thou so frail and little. Hark ye: before the night +come, she shall hie her to the Tower. The King my father"—</p> + +<p>"In sooth, you forget, sir, her low degree. The Tower is for the great +alone."</p> + +<p>"True, indeed. I had not thought of that. I will consider of her +punishment. Is thy father kind to thee?"</p> + +<p>"Not more than Gammer Canty, sir."</p> + +<p>"Fathers be alike, mayhap. Mine hath not a doll's temper. He smiteth +with a heavy hand, yet spareth me: he spareth me not always with his +tongue, though, sooth to say. How doth thy mother use thee?"</p> + +<p>"She is good, sir, and giveth me neither sorrow nor pain of any sort. +And Nan and Bet are like to her in this."</p> + +<p>"How old be these?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="03-041"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="03-041.jpg (85K)" src="images/03-041.jpg" height="410" width="728"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Fifteen, an' it please you, sir."</p> + +<p>"The Lady Elizabeth, my sister, is fourteen, and the Lady Jane Grey, my +cousin, is of mine own age, and comely and gracious withal; but my sister +the Lady Mary, with her gloomy mien and—Look you: do thy sisters forbid +their servants to smile, lest the sin destroy their souls?"</p> + +<p>"They? Oh, dost think, sir, that THEY have servants?"</p> + +<p>The little prince contemplated the little pauper gravely a moment, then +said—</p> + +<p>"And prithee, why not? Who helpeth them undress at night? Who attireth +them when they rise?"</p> + +<p>"None, sir. Would'st have them take off their garment, and sleep +without—like the beasts?"</p> + +<p>"Their garment! Have they but one?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, good your worship, what would they do with more? Truly they have +not two bodies each."</p> + +<p>"It is a quaint and marvellous thought! Thy pardon, I had not meant to +laugh. But thy good Nan and thy Bet shall have raiment and lackeys enow, +and that soon, too: my cofferer shall look to it. No, thank me not; +'tis nothing. Thou speakest well; thou hast an easy grace in it. Art +learned?"</p> + +<p>"I know not if I am or not, sir. The good priest that is called Father +Andrew taught me, of his kindness, from his books."</p> + +<p>"Know'st thou the Latin?"</p> + +<p>"But scantly, sir, I doubt."</p> + +<p>"Learn it, lad: 'tis hard only at first. The Greek is harder; but +neither these nor any tongues else, I think, are hard to the Lady +Elizabeth and my cousin. Thou should'st hear those damsels at it! But +tell me of thy Offal Court. Hast thou a pleasant life there?"</p> + +<p>"In truth, yes, so please you, sir, save when one is hungry. There be +Punch-and-Judy shows, and monkeys—oh such antic creatures! and so +bravely dressed!—and there be plays wherein they that play do shout and +fight till all are slain, and 'tis so fine to see, and costeth but a +farthing—albeit 'tis main hard to get the farthing, please your +worship."</p> + +<p>"Tell me more."</p> + +<p>"We lads of Offal Court do strive against each other with the cudgel, +like to the fashion of the 'prentices, sometimes."</p> + +<p>The prince's eyes flashed. Said he—</p> + +<p>"Marry, that would not I mislike. Tell me more."</p> + +<p>"We strive in races, sir, to see who of us shall be fleetest."</p> + +<p>"That would I like also. Speak on."</p> + +<p>"In summer, sir, we wade and swim in the canals and in the river, and +each doth duck his neighbour, and splatter him with water, and dive and +shout and tumble and—"</p> + +<p>"'Twould be worth my father's kingdom but to enjoy it once! Prithee go +on."</p> + +<p>"We dance and sing about the Maypole in Cheapside; we play in the sand, +each covering his neighbour up; and times we make mud pastry—oh the +lovely mud, it hath not its like for delightfulness in all the world!—we +do fairly wallow in the mud, sir, saving your worship's presence."</p> + +<p>"Oh, prithee, say no more, 'tis glorious! If that I could but clothe me +in raiment like to thine, and strip my feet, and revel in the mud once, +just once, with none to rebuke me or forbid, meseemeth I could forego the +crown!"</p> + +<p>"And if that I could clothe me once, sweet sir, as thou art clad—just +once—"</p> + +<p>"Oho, would'st like it? Then so shall it be. Doff thy rags, and don +these splendours, lad! It is a brief happiness, but will be not less +keen for that. We will have it while we may, and change again before any +come to molest."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="03-043"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="03-043.jpg (201K)" src="images/03-043.jpg" height="1029" width="766"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>A few minutes later the little Prince of Wales was garlanded with Tom's +fluttering odds and ends, and the little Prince of Pauperdom was tricked +out in the gaudy plumage of royalty. The two went and stood side by side +before a great mirror, and lo, a miracle: there did not seem to have been +any change made! They stared at each other, then at the glass, then at +each other again. At last the puzzled princeling said—</p> + +<p>"What dost thou make of this?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, good your worship, require me not to answer. It is not meet that +one of my degree should utter the thing."</p> + +<p>"Then will _I_ utter it. Thou hast the same hair, the same eyes, the +same voice and manner, the same form and stature, the same face and +countenance that I bear. Fared we forth naked, there is none could say +which was you, and which the Prince of Wales. And, now that I am clothed +as thou wert clothed, it seemeth I should be able the more nearly to feel +as thou didst when the brute soldier—Hark ye, is not this a bruise upon +your hand?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; but it is a slight thing, and your worship knoweth that the poor +man-at-arms—"</p> + +<p>"Peace! It was a shameful thing and a cruel!" cried the little prince, +stamping his bare foot. "If the King—Stir not a step till I come again! +It is a command!"</p> + +<p>In a moment he had snatched up and put away an article of national +importance that lay upon a table, and was out at the door and flying +through the palace grounds in his bannered rags, with a hot face and +glowing eyes. As soon as he reached the great gate, he seized the bars, +and tried to shake them, shouting—</p> + +<p>"Open! Unbar the gates!"</p> + +<p>The soldier that had maltreated Tom obeyed promptly; and as the prince +burst through the portal, half-smothered with royal wrath, the soldier +fetched him a sounding box on the ear that sent him whirling to the +roadway, and said—</p> + +<p>"Take that, thou beggar's spawn, for what thou got'st me from his +Highness!"</p> + +<p>The crowd roared with laughter. The prince picked himself out of the +mud, and made fiercely at the sentry, shouting—</p> + +<p>"I am the Prince of Wales, my person is sacred; and thou shalt hang for +laying thy hand upon me!"</p> + +<p>The soldier brought his halberd to a present-arms and said mockingly—</p> + +<p>"I salute your gracious Highness." Then angrily—"Be off, thou crazy +rubbish!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="03-046"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="03-046.jpg (154K)" src="images/03-046.jpg" height="999" width="737"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Here the jeering crowd closed round the poor little prince, and hustled +him far down the road, hooting him, and shouting—</p> + +<p>"Way for his Royal Highness! Way for the Prince of Wales!"</p> + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c4"></a> +<a name="04-047"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-047.jpg (47K)" src="images/04-047.jpg" height="462" width="702"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter IV. The Prince's troubles begin.</p> + +<p>After hours of persistent pursuit and persecution, the little prince was +at last deserted by the rabble and left to himself. As long as he had +been able to rage against the mob, and threaten it royally, and royally +utter commands that were good stuff to laugh at, he was very +entertaining; but when weariness finally forced him to be silent, he was +no longer of use to his tormentors, and they sought amusement elsewhere. +He looked about him, now, but could not recognise the locality. He was +within the city of London—that was all he knew. He moved on, aimlessly, +and in a little while the houses thinned, and the passers-by were +infrequent. He bathed his bleeding feet in the brook which flowed then +where Farringdon Street now is; rested a few moments, then passed on, and +presently came upon a great space with only a few scattered houses in it, +and a prodigious church. He recognised this church. Scaffoldings were +about, everywhere, and swarms of workmen; for it was undergoing elaborate +repairs. The prince took heart at once—he felt that his troubles were +at an end, now. He said to himself, "It is the ancient Grey Friars' +Church, which the king my father hath taken from the monks and given for +a home for ever for poor and forsaken children, and new-named it Christ's +Church. Right gladly will they serve the son of him who hath done so +generously by them—and the more that that son is himself as poor and as +forlorn as any that be sheltered here this day, or ever shall be."</p> + +<p>He was soon in the midst of a crowd of boys who were running, jumping, +playing at ball and leap-frog, and otherwise disporting themselves, and +right noisily, too. They were all dressed alike, and in the fashion +which in that day prevailed among serving-men and 'prentices{1}—that is +to say, each had on the crown of his head a flat black cap about the size +of a saucer, which was not useful as a covering, it being of such scanty +dimensions, neither was it ornamental; from beneath it the hair fell, +unparted, to the middle of the forehead, and was cropped straight around; +a clerical band at the neck; a blue gown that fitted closely and hung as +low as the knees or lower; full sleeves; a broad red belt; bright yellow +stockings, gartered above the knees; low shoes with large metal buckles. +It was a sufficiently ugly costume.</p> + +<p>The boys stopped their play and flocked about the prince, who said with +native dignity—</p> + +<p>"Good lads, say to your master that Edward Prince of Wales desireth +speech with him."</p> + +<p>A great shout went up at this, and one rude fellow said—</p> + +<p>"Marry, art thou his grace's messenger, beggar?"</p> + +<p>The prince's face flushed with anger, and his ready hand flew to his hip, +but there was nothing there. There was a storm of laughter, and one boy +said—</p> + +<p>"Didst mark that? He fancied he had a sword—belike he is the prince +himself."</p> + +<p>This sally brought more laughter. Poor Edward drew himself up proudly +and said—</p> + +<p>"I am the prince; and it ill beseemeth you that feed upon the king my +father's bounty to use me so."</p> + +<p>This was vastly enjoyed, as the laughter testified. The youth who had +first spoken, shouted to his comrades—</p> + +<p>"Ho, swine, slaves, pensioners of his grace's princely father, where be +your manners? Down on your marrow bones, all of ye, and do reverence to +his kingly port and royal rags!"</p> + +<p>With boisterous mirth they dropped upon their knees in a body and did +mock homage to their prey. The prince spurned the nearest boy with his +foot, and said fiercely—</p> + +<p>"Take thou that, till the morrow come and I build thee a gibbet!"</p> + +<p>Ah, but this was not a joke—this was going beyond fun. The laughter +ceased on the instant, and fury took its place. A dozen shouted—</p> + +<p>"Hale him forth! To the horse-pond, to the horse-pond! Where be the +dogs? Ho, there, Lion! ho, Fangs!"</p> + +<p>Then followed such a thing as England had never seen before—the sacred +person of the heir to the throne rudely buffeted by plebeian hands, and +set upon and torn by dogs.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-050"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-050.jpg (84K)" src="images/04-050.jpg" height="509" width="557"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>As night drew to a close that day, the prince found himself far down in +the close-built portion of the city. His body was bruised, his hands +were bleeding, and his rags were all besmirched with mud. He wandered on +and on, and grew more and more bewildered, and so tired and faint he +could hardly drag one foot after the other. He had ceased to ask +questions of anyone, since they brought him only insult instead of +information. He kept muttering to himself, "Offal Court—that is the +name; if I can but find it before my strength is wholly spent and I drop, +then am I saved—for his people will take me to the palace and prove that +I am none of theirs, but the true prince, and I shall have mine own +again." And now and then his mind reverted to his treatment by those +rude Christ's Hospital boys, and he said, "When I am king, they shall not +have bread and shelter only, but also teachings out of books; for a full +belly is little worth where the mind is starved, and the heart. I will +keep this diligently in my remembrance, that this day's lesson be not +lost upon me, and my people suffer thereby; for learning softeneth the +heart and breedeth gentleness and charity." {1}</p> + +<p>The lights began to twinkle, it came on to rain, the wind rose, and a raw +and gusty night set in. The houseless prince, the homeless heir to the +throne of England, still moved on, drifting deeper into the maze of +squalid alleys where the swarming hives of poverty and misery were massed +together.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a great drunken ruffian collared him and said—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-052"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-052.jpg (80K)" src="images/04-052.jpg" height="578" width="417"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Out to this time of night again, and hast not brought a farthing home, I +warrant me! If it be so, an' I do not break all the bones in thy lean +body, then am I not John Canty, but some other."</p> + +<p>The prince twisted himself loose, unconsciously brushed his profaned +shoulder, and eagerly said—</p> + +<p>"Oh, art HIS father, truly? Sweet heaven grant it be so—then wilt thou +fetch him away and restore me!"</p> + +<p>"HIS father? I know not what thou mean'st; I but know I am THY father, +as thou shalt soon have cause to—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, jest not, palter not, delay not!—I am worn, I am wounded, I can +bear no more. Take me to the king my father, and he will make thee rich +beyond thy wildest dreams. Believe me, man, believe me!—I speak no lie, +but only the truth!—put forth thy hand and save me! I am indeed the +Prince of Wales!"</p> + +<p>The man stared down, stupefied, upon the lad, then shook his head and +muttered—</p> + +<p>"Gone stark mad as any Tom o' Bedlam!"—then collared him once more, and +said with a coarse laugh and an oath, "But mad or no mad, I and thy +Gammer Canty will soon find where the soft places in thy bones lie, or +I'm no true man!"</p> + +<p>With this he dragged the frantic and struggling prince away, and +disappeared up a front court followed by a delighted and noisy swarm of +human vermin.</p> + + + + +<br> +<br> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p2.htm">Next Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/old/orig1837-h/p2.htm b/old/orig1837-h/p2.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3edaf0f --- /dev/null +++ b/old/orig1837-h/p2.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1093 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER, By Mark Twain, Part 2.</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {background:#faebd7; margin:10%; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97% } + .figleft {float: left;} + .figright {float: right;} + .toc { margin-left: 15%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + // --> +</style> + +</head> +<body> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p1.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p3.htm">Next Part</a> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<center> +<h1>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER</h1> +<br><br> +<h2>by Mark Twain +<br><br><br><br>Part Two +</h2> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (148K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1018" width="948"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece1.jpg (135K)" src="images/frontispiece1.jpg" height="1067" width="745"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (123K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="939" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (62K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1083" width="815"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="greatseal.jpg (68K)" src="images/greatseal.jpg" height="438" width="711"> +<br>The Great Seal +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (21K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="420" width="663"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="inscription.jpg (16K)" src="images/inscription.jpg" height="219" width="601"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote> +<b> +I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his +father, which latter had it of HIS father, this last having in like +manner had it of HIS father—and so on, back and still back, three +hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so +preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<center><h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + +V.</td><td> <a href="#c5">Tom as a patrician.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +VI.</td><td><a href="#c6">Tom receives instructions.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +VII. </td><td><a href="#c7">Tom's first royal dinner.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + +<a href="#05-055">TOM AS A PATRICIAN</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-057">"NEXT HE DREW THE SWORD"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-058">"RESOLVED TO FLY"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-059">"THE BOY WAS ON HIS KNEES"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-061">"NOBLES WALKED UPON EACH SIDE OF HIM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-062">"HE DROPPED UPON HIS KNEES"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-064">"HE TURNED WITH JOYFUL FACE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-065">"THE PHYSICIAN BOWED LOW"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-067">"THE KING FELL BACK UPON HIS COUCH"</a><br><br> +<a href="#05-068">"IS THIS MAN TO LIVE FOREVER?"</a><br><br> + +<a href="#06-071">TOM RECEIVES INSTRUCTIONS</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-073">"PRITHEE, INSIST NOT"</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-075">"THE LORD ST. JOHN MADE REVERENCE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-077">HERTFORD AND THE PRINCESSES</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-079">"SHE MADE REVERENCE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-080">"OFFERED IT TO HIM ON A GOLDEN SALVER"</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-082">"THEY MUSED A WHILE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-083">"PEACE MY LORD, THOU UTTEREST TREASON!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#06-084">"HE BEGAN TO PACE THE FLOOR"</a><br><br> + +<a href="#07-087">TOM'S FIRST ROYAL DINNER</a><br><br> +<a href="#07-089">"FASTENED A NAPKIN ABOUT HIS NECK"</a><br><br> +<a href="#07-091">"TOM ATE WITH HIS FINGERS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#07-092">"HE GRAVELY TOOK A DRAUGHT"</a><br><br> +<a href="#07-093">"TOM PUT ON THE GREAVES"</a><br><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +</center> + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c5"></a> +<a name="05-055"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-055.jpg (73K)" src="images/05-055.jpg" height="660" width="714"> +</center> +<br><br> +<a name="05-057"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-057.jpg (129K)" src="images/05-057.jpg" height="866" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter V. Tom as a patrician.</p> + +<p>Tom Canty, left alone in the prince's cabinet, made good use of his +opportunity. He turned himself this way and that before the great +mirror, admiring his finery; then walked away, imitating the prince's +high-bred carriage, and still observing results in the glass. Next he +drew the beautiful sword, and bowed, kissing the blade, and laying it +across his breast, as he had seen a noble knight do, by way of salute to +the lieutenant of the Tower, five or six weeks before, when delivering +the great lords of Norfolk and Surrey into his hands for captivity. Tom +played with the jewelled dagger that hung upon his thigh; he examined the +costly and exquisite ornaments of the room; he tried each of the +sumptuous chairs, and thought how proud he would be if the Offal Court +herd could only peep in and see him in his grandeur. He wondered if they +would believe the marvellous tale he should tell when he got home, or if +they would shake their heads, and say his overtaxed imagination had at +last upset his reason.</p> + +<p>At the end of half an hour it suddenly occurred to him that the prince +was gone a long time; then right away he began to feel lonely; very soon +he fell to listening and longing, and ceased to toy with the pretty +things about him; he grew uneasy, then restless, then distressed. +Suppose some one should come, and catch him in the prince's clothes, and +the prince not there to explain. Might they not hang him at once, and +inquire into his case afterward? He had heard that the great were prompt +about small matters. His fear rose higher and higher; and trembling he +softly opened the door to the antechamber, resolved to fly and seek the +prince, and, through him, protection and release. Six gorgeous +gentlemen-servants and two young pages of high degree, clothed like +butterflies, sprang to their feet and bowed low before him. He stepped +quickly back and shut the door. He said—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-058"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-058.jpg (138K)" src="images/05-058.jpg" height="843" width="717"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"Oh, they mock at me! They will go and tell. Oh! why came I here to +cast away my life?"</p> + +<p>He walked up and down the floor, filled with nameless fears, listening, +starting at every trifling sound. Presently the door swung open, and a +silken page said—</p> + +<p>"The Lady Jane Grey."</p> + +<p>The door closed and a sweet young girl, richly clad, bounded toward him. +But she stopped suddenly, and said in a distressed voice—</p> + +<p>"Oh, what aileth thee, my lord?"</p> + +<p>Tom's breath was nearly failing him; but he made shift to stammer out—</p> + +<p>"Ah, be merciful, thou! In sooth I am no lord, but only poor Tom Canty +of Offal Court in the city. Prithee let me see the prince, and he will +of his grace restore to me my rags, and let me hence unhurt. Oh, be thou +merciful, and save me!"</p> + +<p>By this time the boy was on his knees, and supplicating with his eyes and +uplifted hands as well as with his tongue. The young girl seemed +horror-stricken. She cried out—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-059"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-059.jpg (104K)" src="images/05-059.jpg" height="655" width="708"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"O my lord, on thy knees?—and to ME!"</p> + +<p>Then she fled away in fright; and Tom, smitten with despair, sank down, +murmuring—</p> + +<p>"There is no help, there is no hope. Now will they come and take me."</p> + +<p>Whilst he lay there benumbed with terror, dreadful tidings were speeding +through the palace. The whisper—for it was whispered always—flew from +menial to menial, from lord to lady, down all the long corridors, from +story to story, from saloon to saloon, "The prince hath gone mad, the +prince hath gone mad!" Soon every saloon, every marble hall, had its +groups of glittering lords and ladies, and other groups of dazzling +lesser folk, talking earnestly together in whispers, and every face had +in it dismay. Presently a splendid official came marching by these +groups, making solemn proclamation—</p> + +<p>"IN THE NAME OF THE KING!</p> + +<p>Let none list to this false and foolish matter, upon pain of death, nor +discuss the same, nor carry it abroad. In the name of the King!"</p> + +<p>The whisperings ceased as suddenly as if the whisperers had been stricken +dumb.</p> + +<p>Soon there was a general buzz along the corridors, of "The prince! See, +the prince comes!"</p> + +<p>Poor Tom came slowly walking past the low-bowing groups, trying to bow in +return, and meekly gazing upon his strange surroundings with bewildered +and pathetic eyes. Great nobles walked upon each side of him, making him +lean upon them, and so steady his steps. Behind him followed the +court-physicians and some servants.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-061"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-061.jpg (144K)" src="images/05-061.jpg" height="807" width="735"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Presently Tom found himself in a noble apartment of the palace and heard +the door close behind him. Around him stood those who had come with him. +Before him, at a little distance, reclined a very large and very fat man, +with a wide, pulpy face, and a stern expression. His large head was very +grey; and his whiskers, which he wore only around his face, like a frame, +were grey also. His clothing was of rich stuff, but old, and slightly +frayed in places. One of his swollen legs had a pillow under it, and was +wrapped in bandages. There was silence now; and there was no head there +but was bent in reverence, except this man's. This stern-countenanced +invalid was the dread Henry VIII. He said—and his face grew gentle as +he began to speak—</p> + +<p>"How now, my lord Edward, my prince? Hast been minded to cozen me, the +good King thy father, who loveth thee, and kindly useth thee, with a +sorry jest?"</p> + +<p>Poor Tom was listening, as well as his dazed faculties would let him, to +the beginning of this speech; but when the words 'me, the good King' fell +upon his ear, his face blanched, and he dropped as instantly upon his +knees as if a shot had brought him there. Lifting up his hands, he +exclaimed—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-062"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-062.jpg (111K)" src="images/05-062.jpg" height="589" width="708"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Thou the KING? Then am I undone indeed!"</p> + +<p>This speech seemed to stun the King. His eyes wandered from face to face +aimlessly, then rested, bewildered, upon the boy before him. Then he +said in a tone of deep disappointment—</p> + +<p>"Alack, I had believed the rumour disproportioned to the truth; but I +fear me 'tis not so." He breathed a heavy sigh, and said in a gentle +voice, "Come to thy father, child: thou art not well."</p> + +<p>Tom was assisted to his feet, and approached the Majesty of England, +humble and trembling. The King took the frightened face between his +hands, and gazed earnestly and lovingly into it awhile, as if seeking +some grateful sign of returning reason there, then pressed the curly head +against his breast, and patted it tenderly. Presently he said—</p> + +<p>"Dost not know thy father, child? Break not mine old heart; say thou +know'st me. Thou DOST know me, dost thou not?"</p> + +<p>"Yea: thou art my dread lord the King, whom God preserve!"</p> + +<p>"True, true—that is well—be comforted, tremble not so; there is none +here would hurt thee; there is none here but loves thee. Thou art better +now; thy ill dream passeth—is't not so? Thou wilt not miscall thyself +again, as they say thou didst a little while agone?"</p> + +<p>"I pray thee of thy grace believe me, I did but speak the truth, most +dread lord; for I am the meanest among thy subjects, being a pauper born, +and 'tis by a sore mischance and accident I am here, albeit I was therein +nothing blameful. I am but young to die, and thou canst save me with one +little word. Oh speak it, sir!"</p> + +<p>"Die? Talk not so, sweet prince—peace, peace, to thy troubled +heart—thou shalt not die!"</p> + +<p>Tom dropped upon his knees with a glad cry—</p> + +<p>"God requite thy mercy, O my King, and save thee long to bless thy land!" +Then springing up, he turned a joyful face toward the two lords in +waiting, and exclaimed, "Thou heard'st it! I am not to die: the King +hath said it!" There was no movement, save that all bowed with grave +respect; but no one spoke. He hesitated, a little confused, then turned +timidly toward the King, saying, "I may go now?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-064"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-064.jpg (126K)" src="images/05-064.jpg" height="669" width="718"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Go? Surely, if thou desirest. But why not tarry yet a little? Whither +would'st go?"</p> + +<p>Tom dropped his eyes, and answered humbly—</p> + +<p>"Peradventure I mistook; but I did think me free, and so was I moved to +seek again the kennel where I was born and bred to misery, yet which +harboureth my mother and my sisters, and so is home to me; whereas these +pomps and splendours whereunto I am not used—oh, please you, sir, to let +me go!"</p> + +<p>The King was silent and thoughtful a while, and his face betrayed a +growing distress and uneasiness. Presently he said, with something of +hope in his voice—</p> + +<p>"Perchance he is but mad upon this one strain, and hath his wits unmarred +as toucheth other matter. God send it may be so! We will make trial."</p> + +<p>Then he asked Tom a question in Latin, and Tom answered him lamely in the +same tongue. The lords and doctors manifested their gratification also. +The King said—</p> + +<p>"'Twas not according to his schooling and ability, but showeth that his +mind is but diseased, not stricken fatally. How say you, sir?"</p> + +<p>The physician addressed bowed low, and replied—</p> + +<p>"It jumpeth with my own conviction, sire, that thou hast divined aright."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-065"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-065.jpg (123K)" src="images/05-065.jpg" height="659" width="706"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The King looked pleased with this encouragement, coming as it did from so +excellent authority, and continued with good heart—</p> + +<p>"Now mark ye all: we will try him further."</p> + +<p>He put a question to Tom in French. Tom stood silent a moment, +embarrassed by having so many eyes centred upon him, then said +diffidently—</p> + +<p>"I have no knowledge of this tongue, so please your majesty."</p> + +<p>The King fell back upon his couch. The attendants flew to his +assistance; but he put them aside, and said—</p> + +<p>"Trouble me not—it is nothing but a scurvy faintness. Raise me! There, +'tis sufficient. Come hither, child; there, rest thy poor troubled head +upon thy father's heart, and be at peace. Thou'lt soon be well: 'tis +but a passing fantasy. Fear thou not; thou'lt soon be well." Then he +turned toward the company: his gentle manner changed, and baleful +lightnings began to play from his eyes. He said—</p> + +<p>"List ye all! This my son is mad; but it is not permanent. Over-study +hath done this, and somewhat too much of confinement. Away with his +books and teachers! see ye to it. Pleasure him with sports, beguile him +in wholesome ways, so that his health come again." He raised himself +higher still, and went on with energy, "He is mad; but he is my son, and +England's heir; and, mad or sane, still shall he reign! And hear ye +further, and proclaim it: whoso speaketh of this his distemper worketh +against the peace and order of these realms, and shall to the gallows! +. . . Give me to drink—I burn: this sorrow sappeth my strength. . . . +There, take away the cup. . . . Support me. There, that is well. Mad, +is he? Were he a thousand times mad, yet is he Prince of Wales, and I the +King will confirm it. This very morrow shall he be installed in his +princely dignity in due and ancient form. Take instant order for it, my +lord Hertford."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-067"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-067.jpg (162K)" src="images/05-067.jpg" height="1037" width="736"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>One of the nobles knelt at the royal couch, and said—</p> + +<p>"The King's majesty knoweth that the Hereditary Great Marshal of England +lieth attainted in the Tower. It were not meet that one attainted—"</p> + +<p>"Peace! Insult not mine ears with his hated name. Is this man to live +for ever? Am I to be baulked of my will? Is the prince to tarry +uninstalled, because, forsooth, the realm lacketh an Earl Marshal free of +treasonable taint to invest him with his honours? No, by the splendour of +God! Warn my Parliament to bring me Norfolk's doom before the sun rise +again, else shall they answer for it grievously!" {1}</p> + +<p>Lord Hertford said—</p> + +<p>"The King's will is law;" and, rising, returned to his former place.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="05-068"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-068.jpg (114K)" src="images/05-068.jpg" height="663" width="732"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Gradually the wrath faded out of the old King's face, and he said—</p> + +<p>"Kiss me, my prince. There . . . what fearest thou? Am I not thy loving +father?"</p> + +<p>"Thou art good to me that am unworthy, O mighty and gracious lord: that +in truth I know. But—but—it grieveth me to think of him that is to +die, and—"</p> + +<p>"Ah, 'tis like thee, 'tis like thee! I know thy heart is still the same, +even though thy mind hath suffered hurt, for thou wert ever of a gentle +spirit. But this duke standeth between thee and thine honours: I will +have another in his stead that shall bring no taint to his great office. +Comfort thee, my prince: trouble not thy poor head with this matter."</p> + +<p>"But is it not I that speed him hence, my liege? How long might he not +live, but for me?"</p> + +<p>"Take no thought of him, my prince: he is not worthy. Kiss me once +again, and go to thy trifles and amusements; for my malady distresseth +me. I am aweary, and would rest. Go with thine uncle Hertford and thy +people, and come again when my body is refreshed."</p> + +<p>Tom, heavy-hearted, was conducted from the presence, for this last +sentence was a death-blow to the hope he had cherished that now he would +be set free. Once more he heard the buzz of low voices exclaiming, "The +prince, the prince comes!"</p> + +<p>His spirits sank lower and lower as he moved between the glittering files +of bowing courtiers; for he recognised that he was indeed a captive now, +and might remain for ever shut up in this gilded cage, a forlorn and +friendless prince, except God in his mercy take pity on him and set him +free.</p> + +<p>And, turn where he would, he seemed to see floating in the air the +severed head and the remembered face of the great Duke of Norfolk, the +eyes fixed on him reproachfully.</p> + +<p>His old dreams had been so pleasant; but this reality was so dreary!</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c6"></a> +<a name="06-071"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-071.jpg (65K)" src="images/06-071.jpg" height="627" width="721"> +</center> +<br><br> +<a name="06-073"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-073.jpg (136K)" src="images/06-073.jpg" height="901" width="740"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter VI. Tom receives instructions.</p> + +<p>Tom was conducted to the principal apartment of a noble suite, and made +to sit down—a thing which he was loth to do, since there were elderly +men and men of high degree about him. He begged them to be seated also, +but they only bowed their thanks or murmured them, and remained standing. +He would have insisted, but his 'uncle' the Earl of Hertford whispered in +his ear—</p> + +<p>"Prithee, insist not, my lord; it is not meet that they sit in thy +presence."</p> + +<p>The Lord St. John was announced, and after making obeisance to Tom, he +said—</p> + +<p>"I come upon the King's errand, concerning a matter which requireth +privacy. Will it please your royal highness to dismiss all that attend +you here, save my lord the Earl of Hertford?"</p> + +<p>Observing that Tom did not seem to know how to proceed, Hertford +whispered him to make a sign with his hand, and not trouble himself to +speak unless he chose. When the waiting gentlemen had retired, Lord St. +John said—</p> + +<p>"His majesty commandeth, that for due and weighty reasons of state, the +prince's grace shall hide his infirmity in all ways that be within his +power, till it be passed and he be as he was before. To wit, that he +shall deny to none that he is the true prince, and heir to England's +greatness; that he shall uphold his princely dignity, and shall receive, +without word or sign of protest, that reverence and observance which unto +it do appertain of right and ancient usage; that he shall cease to speak +to any of that lowly birth and life his malady hath conjured out of the +unwholesome imaginings of o'er-wrought fancy; that he shall strive with +diligence to bring unto his memory again those faces which he was wont to +know—and where he faileth he shall hold his peace, neither betraying by +semblance of surprise or other sign that he hath forgot; that upon +occasions of state, whensoever any matter shall perplex him as to the +thing he should do or the utterance he should make, he shall show nought +of unrest to the curious that look on, but take advice in that matter of +the Lord Hertford, or my humble self, which are commanded of the King to +be upon this service and close at call, till this commandment be +dissolved. Thus saith the King's majesty, who sendeth greeting to your +royal highness, and prayeth that God will of His mercy quickly heal you +and have you now and ever in His holy keeping."</p> + +<p>The Lord St. John made reverence and stood aside. Tom replied +resignedly—</p> + + + +<br><br> +<a name="06-075"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-075.jpg (97K)" src="images/06-075.jpg" height="540" width="702"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"The King hath said it. None may palter with the King's command, or fit +it to his ease, where it doth chafe, with deft evasions. The King shall +be obeyed."</p> + +<p>Lord Hertford said—</p> + +<p>"Touching the King's majesty's ordainment concerning books and such like +serious matters, it may peradventure please your highness to ease your +time with lightsome entertainment, lest you go wearied to the banquet and +suffer harm thereby."</p> + +<p>Tom's face showed inquiring surprise; and a blush followed when he saw +Lord St. John's eyes bent sorrowfully upon him. His lordship said—</p> + +<p>"Thy memory still wrongeth thee, and thou hast shown surprise—but suffer +it not to trouble thee, for 'tis a matter that will not bide, but depart +with thy mending malady. My Lord of Hertford speaketh of the city's +banquet which the King's majesty did promise, some two months flown, your +highness should attend. Thou recallest it now?"</p> + +<p>"It grieves me to confess it had indeed escaped me," said Tom, in a +hesitating voice; and blushed again.</p> + +<p>At this moment the Lady Elizabeth and the Lady Jane Grey were announced. +The two lords exchanged significant glances, and Hertford stepped quickly +toward the door. As the young girls passed him, he said in a low voice—</p> + +<p>"I pray ye, ladies, seem not to observe his humours, nor show surprise +when his memory doth lapse—it will grieve you to note how it doth stick +at every trifle."</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="06-077"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-077.jpg (101K)" src="images/06-077.jpg" height="616" width="707"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Meantime Lord St. John was saying in Tom's ear—</p> + +<p>"Please you, sir, keep diligently in mind his majesty's desire. Remember +all thou canst—SEEM to remember all else. Let them not perceive that +thou art much changed from thy wont, for thou knowest how tenderly thy +old play-fellows bear thee in their hearts and how 'twould grieve them. +Art willing, sir, that I remain?—and thine uncle?"</p> + +<p>Tom signified assent with a gesture and a murmured word, for he was +already learning, and in his simple heart was resolved to acquit himself +as best he might, according to the King's command.</p> + +<p>In spite of every precaution, the conversation among the young people +became a little embarrassing at times. More than once, in truth, Tom was +near to breaking down and confessing himself unequal to his tremendous +part; but the tact of the Princess Elizabeth saved him, or a word from +one or the other of the vigilant lords, thrown in apparently by chance, +had the same happy effect. Once the little Lady Jane turned to Tom and +dismayed him with this question,—</p> + +<p>"Hast paid thy duty to the Queen's majesty to-day, my lord?"</p> + +<p>Tom hesitated, looked distressed, and was about to stammer out something +at hazard, when Lord St. John took the word and answered for him with the +easy grace of a courtier accustomed to encounter delicate difficulties +and to be ready for them—</p> + +<p>"He hath indeed, madam, and she did greatly hearten him, as touching his +majesty's condition; is it not so, your highness?"</p> + +<p>Tom mumbled something that stood for assent, but felt that he was getting +upon dangerous ground. Somewhat later it was mentioned that Tom was to +study no more at present, whereupon her little ladyship exclaimed—</p> + +<p>"'Tis a pity, 'tis a pity! Thou wert proceeding bravely. But bide thy +time in patience: it will not be for long. Thou'lt yet be graced with +learning like thy father, and make thy tongue master of as many languages +as his, good my prince."</p> + +<p>"My father!" cried Tom, off his guard for the moment. "I trow he cannot +speak his own so that any but the swine that kennel in the styes may tell +his meaning; and as for learning of any sort soever—"</p> + +<p>He looked up and encountered a solemn warning in my Lord St. John's eyes.</p> + +<p>He stopped, blushed, then continued low and sadly: "Ah, my malady +persecuteth me again, and my mind wandereth. I meant the King's grace no +irreverence."</p> + +<p>"We know it, sir," said the Princess Elizabeth, taking her 'brother's' +hand between her two palms, respectfully but caressingly; "trouble not +thyself as to that. The fault is none of thine, but thy distemper's."</p> + +<p>"Thou'rt a gentle comforter, sweet lady," said Tom, gratefully, "and my +heart moveth me to thank thee for't, an' I may be so bold."</p> + +<p>Once the giddy little Lady Jane fired a simple Greek phrase at Tom. The +Princess Elizabeth's quick eye saw by the serene blankness of the +target's front that the shaft was overshot; so she tranquilly delivered a +return volley of sounding Greek on Tom's behalf, and then straightway +changed the talk to other matters.</p> + +<p>Time wore on pleasantly, and likewise smoothly, on the whole. Snags and +sandbars grew less and less frequent, and Tom grew more and more at his +ease, seeing that all were so lovingly bent upon helping him and +overlooking his mistakes. When it came out that the little ladies were +to accompany him to the Lord Mayor's banquet in the evening, his heart +gave a bound of relief and delight, for he felt that he should not be +friendless, now, among that multitude of strangers; whereas, an hour +earlier, the idea of their going with him would have been an +insupportable terror to him.</p> + +<p>Tom's guardian angels, the two lords, had had less comfort in the +interview than the other parties to it. They felt much as if they were +piloting a great ship through a dangerous channel; they were on the alert +constantly, and found their office no child's play. Wherefore, at last, +when the ladies' visit was drawing to a close and the Lord Guilford +Dudley was announced, they not only felt that their charge had been +sufficiently taxed for the present, but also that they themselves were +not in the best condition to take their ship back and make their anxious +voyage all over again. So they respectfully advised Tom to excuse +himself, which he was very glad to do, although a slight shade of +disappointment might have been observed upon my Lady Jane's face when she +heard the splendid stripling denied admittance.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="06-079"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-079.jpg (89K)" src="images/06-079.jpg" height="435" width="666"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>There was a pause now, a sort of waiting silence which Tom could not +understand. He glanced at Lord Hertford, who gave him a sign—but he +failed to understand that also. The ready Elizabeth came to the rescue +with her usual easy grace. She made reverence and said—</p> + +<p>"Have we leave of the prince's grace my brother to go?"</p> + +<p>Tom said—</p> + +<p>"Indeed your ladyships can have whatsoever of me they will, for the +asking; yet would I rather give them any other thing that in my poor +power lieth, than leave to take the light and blessing of their presence +hence. Give ye good den, and God be with ye!" Then he smiled inwardly at +the thought, "'Tis not for nought I have dwelt but among princes in my +reading, and taught my tongue some slight trick of their broidered and +gracious speech withal!"</p> + +<p>When the illustrious maidens were gone, Tom turned wearily to his keepers +and said—</p> + +<p>"May it please your lordships to grant me leave to go into some corner +and rest me?"</p> + +<p>Lord Hertford said—</p> + +<p>"So please your highness, it is for you to command, it is for us to obey. +That thou should'st rest is indeed a needful thing, since thou must +journey to the city presently."</p> + +<p>He touched a bell, and a page appeared, who was ordered to desire the +presence of Sir William Herbert. This gentleman came straightway, and +conducted Tom to an inner apartment. Tom's first movement there was to +reach for a cup of water; but a silk-and-velvet servitor seized it, +dropped upon one knee, and offered it to him on a golden salver.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="06-080"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-080.jpg (154K)" src="images/06-080.jpg" height="948" width="732"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Next the tired captive sat down and was going to take off his buskins, +timidly asking leave with his eye, but another silk-and-velvet +discomforter went down upon his knees and took the office from him. He +made two or three further efforts to help himself, but being promptly +forestalled each time, he finally gave up, with a sigh of resignation and +a murmured "Beshrew me, but I marvel they do not require to breathe for +me also!" Slippered, and wrapped in a sumptuous robe, he laid himself +down at last to rest, but not to sleep, for his head was too full of +thoughts and the room too full of people. He could not dismiss the +former, so they stayed; he did not know enough to dismiss the latter, so +they stayed also, to his vast regret—and theirs.</p> + +<p> +Tom's departure had left his two noble guardians alone. They mused a +while, with much head-shaking and walking the floor, then Lord St. John +said—</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="06-082"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-082.jpg (83K)" src="images/06-082.jpg" height="522" width="641"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"Plainly, what dost thou think?"</p> + +<p>"Plainly, then, this. The King is near his end; my nephew is mad—mad +will mount the throne, and mad remain. God protect England, since she +will need it!"</p> + +<p>"Verily it promiseth so, indeed. But . . . have you no misgivings as to +. . . as to . . ."</p> + +<p>The speaker hesitated, and finally stopped. He evidently felt that he +was upon delicate ground. Lord Hertford stopped before him, looked into +his face with a clear, frank eye, and said—</p> + +<p>"Speak on—there is none to hear but me. Misgivings as to what?"</p> + +<p>"I am full loth to word the thing that is in my mind, and thou so near to +him in blood, my lord. But craving pardon if I do offend, seemeth it not +strange that madness could so change his port and manner?—not but that +his port and speech are princely still, but that they DIFFER, in one +unweighty trifle or another, from what his custom was aforetime. Seemeth +it not strange that madness should filch from his memory his father's +very lineaments; the customs and observances that are his due from such +as be about him; and, leaving him his Latin, strip him of his Greek and +French? My lord, be not offended, but ease my mind of its disquiet and +receive my grateful thanks. It haunteth me, his saying he was not the +prince, and so—"</p> + +<p>"Peace, my lord, thou utterest treason! Hast forgot the King's command? +Remember I am party to thy crime if I but listen."</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="06-083"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-083.jpg (108K)" src="images/06-083.jpg" height="580" width="718"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>St. John paled, and hastened to say—</p> + +<p>"I was in fault, I do confess it. Betray me not, grant me this grace out +of thy courtesy, and I will neither think nor speak of this thing more. +Deal not hardly with me, sir, else am I ruined."</p> + +<p>"I am content, my lord. So thou offend not again, here or in the ears of +others, it shall be as though thou hadst not spoken. But thou need'st +not have misgivings. He is my sister's son; are not his voice, his face, +his form, familiar to me from his cradle? Madness can do all the odd +conflicting things thou seest in him, and more. Dost not recall how that +the old Baron Marley, being mad, forgot the favour of his own countenance +that he had known for sixty years, and held it was another's; nay, even +claimed he was the son of Mary Magdalene, and that his head was made of +Spanish glass; and, sooth to say, he suffered none to touch it, lest by +mischance some heedless hand might shiver it? Give thy misgivings +easement, good my lord. This is the very prince—I know him well—and +soon will be thy king; it may advantage thee to bear this in mind, and +more dwell upon it than the other."</p> + +<p>After some further talk, in which the Lord St. John covered up his +mistake as well as he could by repeated protests that his faith was +thoroughly grounded now, and could not be assailed by doubts again, the +Lord Hertford relieved his fellow-keeper, and sat down to keep watch and +ward alone. He was soon deep in meditation, and evidently the longer he +thought, the more he was bothered. By-and-by he began to pace the floor +and mutter.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="06-084"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-084.jpg (61K)" src="images/06-084.jpg" height="724" width="365"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"Tush, he MUST be the prince! Will any be in all the land maintain there +can be two, not of one blood and birth, so marvellously twinned? And +even were it so, 'twere yet a stranger miracle that chance should cast +the one into the other's place. Nay, 'tis folly, folly, folly!"</p> + +<p>Presently he said—</p> + +<p>"Now were he impostor and called himself prince, look you THAT would be +natural; that would be reasonable. But lived ever an impostor yet, who, +being called prince by the king, prince by the court, prince by all, +DENIED his dignity and pleaded against his exaltation? NO! By the soul +of St. Swithin, no! This is the true prince, gone mad!"</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c7"></a> +<a name="07-087"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-087.jpg (90K)" src="images/07-087.jpg" height="663" width="757"> +</center> +<br><br> +<a name="07-089"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-089.jpg (133K)" src="images/07-089.jpg" height="869" width="743"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter VII. Tom's first royal dinner.</p> + +<p>Somewhat after one in the afternoon, Tom resignedly underwent the ordeal +of being dressed for dinner. He found himself as finely clothed as +before, but everything different, everything changed, from his ruff to +his stockings. He was presently conducted with much state to a spacious +and ornate apartment, where a table was already set for one. Its +furniture was all of massy gold, and beautified with designs which +well-nigh made it priceless, since they were the work of Benvenuto. The room +was half-filled with noble servitors. A chaplain said grace, and Tom was +about to fall to, for hunger had long been constitutional with him, but +was interrupted by my lord the Earl of Berkeley, who fastened a napkin +about his neck; for the great post of Diaperers to the Prince of Wales +was hereditary in this nobleman's family. Tom's cupbearer was present, +and forestalled all his attempts to help himself to wine. The Taster to +his highness the Prince of Wales was there also, prepared to taste any +suspicious dish upon requirement, and run the risk of being poisoned. He +was only an ornamental appendage at this time, and was seldom called upon +to exercise his function; but there had been times, not many generations +past, when the office of taster had its perils, and was not a grandeur to +be desired. Why they did not use a dog or a plumber seems strange; but +all the ways of royalty are strange. My Lord d'Arcy, First Groom of the +Chamber, was there, to do goodness knows what; but there he was—let that +suffice. The Lord Chief Butler was there, and stood behind Tom's chair, +overseeing the solemnities, under command of the Lord Great Steward and +the Lord Head Cook, who stood near. Tom had three hundred and +eighty-four servants beside these; but they were not all in that room, of +course, nor the quarter of them; neither was Tom aware yet that they +existed.</p> + +<p>All those that were present had been well drilled within the hour to +remember that the prince was temporarily out of his head, and to be +careful to show no surprise at his vagaries. These 'vagaries' were soon +on exhibition before them; but they only moved their compassion and their +sorrow, not their mirth. It was a heavy affliction to them to see the +beloved prince so stricken.</p> + +<p>Poor Tom ate with his fingers mainly; but no one smiled at it, or even +seemed to observe it. He inspected his napkin curiously, and with deep +interest, for it was of a very dainty and beautiful fabric, then said +with simplicity—</p> + +<p>"Prithee, take it away, lest in mine unheedfulness it be soiled."</p> + +<p>The Hereditary Diaperer took it away with reverent manner, and without +word or protest of any sort.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="07-091"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-091.jpg (156K)" src="images/07-091.jpg" height="913" width="735"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Tom examined the turnips and the lettuce with interest, and asked what +they were, and if they were to be eaten; for it was only recently that +men had begun to raise these things in England in place of importing them +as luxuries from Holland. {1} His question was answered with grave +respect, and no surprise manifested. When he had finished his dessert, +he filled his pockets with nuts; but nobody appeared to be aware of it, +or disturbed by it. But the next moment he was himself disturbed by it, +and showed discomposure; for this was the only service he had been +permitted to do with his own hands during the meal, and he did not doubt +that he had done a most improper and unprincely thing. At that moment +the muscles of his nose began to twitch, and the end of that organ to +lift and wrinkle. This continued, and Tom began to evince a growing +distress. He looked appealingly, first at one and then another of the +lords about him, and tears came into his eyes. They sprang forward with +dismay in their faces, and begged to know his trouble. Tom said with +genuine anguish—</p> + +<p>"I crave your indulgence: my nose itcheth cruelly. What is the custom +and usage in this emergence? Prithee, speed, for 'tis but a little time +that I can bear it."</p> + +<p>None smiled; but all were sore perplexed, and looked one to the other in +deep tribulation for counsel. But behold, here was a dead wall, and +nothing in English history to tell how to get over it. The Master of +Ceremonies was not present: there was no one who felt safe to venture +upon this uncharted sea, or risk the attempt to solve this solemn +problem. Alas! there was no Hereditary Scratcher. Meantime the tears +had overflowed their banks, and begun to trickle down Tom's cheeks. His +twitching nose was pleading more urgently than ever for relief. At last +nature broke down the barriers of etiquette: Tom lifted up an inward +prayer for pardon if he was doing wrong, and brought relief to the +burdened hearts of his court by scratching his nose himself.</p> + +<p>His meal being ended, a lord came and held before him a broad, shallow, +golden dish with fragrant rosewater in it, to cleanse his mouth and +fingers with; and my lord the Hereditary Diaperer stood by with a napkin +for his use. Tom gazed at the dish a puzzled moment or two, then raised +it to his lips, and gravely took a draught. Then he returned it to the +waiting lord, and said—</p> + +<p>"Nay, it likes me not, my lord: it hath a pretty flavour, but it wanteth +strength."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="07-092"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-092.jpg (87K)" src="images/07-092.jpg" height="518" width="699"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>This new eccentricity of the prince's ruined mind made all the hearts +about him ache; but the sad sight moved none to merriment.</p> + +<p>Tom's next unconscious blunder was to get up and leave the table just +when the chaplain had taken his stand behind his chair, and with uplifted +hands, and closed, uplifted eyes, was in the act of beginning the +blessing. Still nobody seemed to perceive that the prince had done a +thing unusual.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="07-093"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-093.jpg (179K)" src="images/07-093.jpg" height="1015" width="737"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>By his own request our small friend was now conducted to his private +cabinet, and left there alone to his own devices. Hanging upon hooks in +the oaken wainscoting were the several pieces of a suit of shining steel +armour, covered all over with beautiful designs exquisitely inlaid in +gold. This martial panoply belonged to the true prince—a recent present +from Madam Parr the Queen. Tom put on the greaves, the gauntlets, the +plumed helmet, and such other pieces as he could don without assistance, +and for a while was minded to call for help and complete the matter, but +bethought him of the nuts he had brought away from dinner, and the joy it +would be to eat them with no crowd to eye him, and no Grand Hereditaries +to pester him with undesired services; so he restored the pretty things +to their several places, and soon was cracking nuts, and feeling almost +naturally happy for the first time since God for his sins had made him a +prince. When the nuts were all gone, he stumbled upon some inviting +books in a closet, among them one about the etiquette of the English +court. This was a prize. He lay down upon a sumptuous divan, and +proceeded to instruct himself with honest zeal. 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It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + +VIII. </td><td><a href="#c8">The question of the Seal.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +IX. </td><td><a href="#c9">The river pageant.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +X. </td><td><a href="#c10">The Prince in the toils.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XI. </td><td><a href="#c11">At Guildhall.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + +<a href="#08-095">THE QUESTION OF THE SEAL</a><br><br> +<a href="#08-098">"EASED HIM BACK UPON HIS PILLOWS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#09-101">THE RIVER PAGEANT</a><br><br> +<a href="#09-104">"HALBERDIERS APPEARED IN THE GATEWAY"</a><br><br> +<a href="#09-106">"TOM CANTY STEPPED INTO VIEW"</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-107">THE PRINCE IN THE TOILS</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-110">"A DIM FORM SANK TO THE GROUND"</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-111">"WHO ART THOU?"</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-113">"INTO GOOD WIFE CANTY'S ARMS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-115">"BENT HEEDFULLY AND WARILY OVER HIM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-116">"THE PRINCE SPRANG UP"</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-118">"HURRIED HIM ALONG THE DARK WAY"</a><br><br> +<a href="#10-120">"HE WASTE NO TIME"</a><br><br> +<a href="#11-121">AT GUILDHALL</a><br><br> +<a href="#11-124">"A RICH CANOPY OF STATE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#11-127">"BEGAN TO LAY ABOUT HIM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#11-128">"LONG LIVE THE KING!"</a><br><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c8"></a> +<a name="08-095"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="08-095.jpg (51K)" src="images/08-095.jpg" height="391" width="812"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter VIII. The question of the Seal.</p> + +<p>About five o'clock Henry VIII. awoke out of an unrefreshing nap, and +muttered to himself, "Troublous dreams, troublous dreams! Mine end is now +at hand: so say these warnings, and my failing pulses do confirm it." +Presently a wicked light flamed up in his eye, and he muttered, "Yet will +not I die till HE go before."</p> + +<p>His attendants perceiving that he was awake, one of them asked his +pleasure concerning the Lord Chancellor, who was waiting without.</p> + +<p>"Admit him, admit him!" exclaimed the King eagerly.</p> + +<p>The Lord Chancellor entered, and knelt by the King's couch, saying—</p> + +<p>"I have given order, and, according to the King's command, the peers of +the realm, in their robes, do now stand at the bar of the House, where, +having confirmed the Duke of Norfolk's doom, they humbly wait his +majesty's further pleasure in the matter."</p> + +<p>The King's face lit up with a fierce joy. Said he—</p> + +<p>"Lift me up! In mine own person will I go before my Parliament, and with +mine own hand will I seal the warrant that rids me of—"</p> + +<p>His voice failed; an ashen pallor swept the flush from his cheeks; and +the attendants eased him back upon his pillows, and hurriedly assisted +him with restoratives. Presently he said sorrowfully—</p> + +<p>"Alack, how have I longed for this sweet hour! and lo, too late it +cometh, and I am robbed of this so coveted chance. But speed ye, speed +ye! let others do this happy office sith 'tis denied to me. I put my +Great Seal in commission: choose thou the lords that shall compose it, +and get ye to your work. Speed ye, man! Before the sun shall rise and +set again, bring me his head that I may see it."</p> + +<p>"According to the King's command, so shall it be. Will't please your +majesty to order that the Seal be now restored to me, so that I may forth +upon the business?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="08-098"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="08-098.jpg (99K)" src="images/08-098.jpg" height="603" width="712"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"The Seal? Who keepeth the Seal but thou?"</p> + +<p>"Please your majesty, you did take it from me two days since, saying it +should no more do its office till your own royal hand should use it upon +the Duke of Norfolk's warrant."</p> + +<p>"Why, so in sooth I did: I do remember. . . . What did I with it? . . . I +am very feeble. . . . So oft these days doth my memory play the traitor +with me. . . . 'Tis strange, strange—"</p> + +<p>The King dropped into inarticulate mumblings, shaking his grey head +weakly from time to time, and gropingly trying to recollect what he had +done with the Seal. At last my Lord Hertford ventured to kneel and offer +information—</p> + +<p>"Sire, if that I may be so bold, here be several that do remember with me +how that you gave the Great Seal into the hands of his highness the +Prince of Wales to keep against the day that—"</p> + +<p>"True, most true!" interrupted the King. "Fetch it! Go: time flieth!"</p> + +<p>Lord Hertford flew to Tom, but returned to the King before very long, +troubled and empty-handed. He delivered himself to this effect—</p> + +<p>"It grieveth me, my lord the King, to bear so heavy and unwelcome +tidings; but it is the will of God that the prince's affliction abideth +still, and he cannot recall to mind that he received the Seal. So came I +quickly to report, thinking it were waste of precious time, and little +worth withal, that any should attempt to search the long array of +chambers and saloons that belong unto his royal high—"</p> + +<p>A groan from the King interrupted the lord at this point. After a little +while his majesty said, with a deep sadness in his tone—</p> + +<p>"Trouble him no more, poor child. The hand of God lieth heavy upon him, +and my heart goeth out in loving compassion for him, and sorrow that I +may not bear his burden on mine old trouble-weighted shoulders, and so +bring him peace."</p> + +<p>He closed his eyes, fell to mumbling, and presently was silent. After a +time he opened his eyes again, and gazed vacantly around until his glance +rested upon the kneeling Lord Chancellor. Instantly his face flushed with +wrath—</p> + +<p>"What, thou here yet! By the glory of God, an' thou gettest not about +that traitor's business, thy mitre shall have holiday the morrow for lack +of a head to grace withal!"</p> + +<p>The trembling Chancellor answered—</p> + +<p>"Good your Majesty, I cry you mercy! I but waited for the Seal."</p> + +<p>"Man, hast lost thy wits? The small Seal which aforetime I was wont to +take with me abroad lieth in my treasury. And, since the Great Seal hath +flown away, shall not it suffice? Hast lost thy wits? Begone! And hark +ye—come no more till thou do bring his head."</p> + +<p>The poor Chancellor was not long in removing himself from this dangerous +vicinity; nor did the commission waste time in giving the royal assent to +the work of the slavish Parliament, and appointing the morrow for the +beheading of the premier peer of England, the luckless Duke of Norfolk. +</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c9"></a> +<a name="09-101"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="09-101.jpg (60K)" src="images/09-101.jpg" height="461" width="753"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter IX. The river pageant.</p> + +<p>At nine in the evening the whole vast river-front of the palace was +blazing with light. The river itself, as far as the eye could reach +citywards, was so thickly covered with watermen's boats and with +pleasure-barges, all fringed with coloured lanterns, and gently agitated +by the waves, that it resembled a glowing and limitless garden of flowers +stirred to soft motion by summer winds. The grand terrace of stone steps +leading down to the water, spacious enough to mass the army of a German +principality upon, was a picture to see, with its ranks of royal +halberdiers in polished armour, and its troops of brilliantly costumed +servitors flitting up and down, and to and fro, in the hurry of +preparation.</p> + +<p>Presently a command was given, and immediately all living creatures +vanished from the steps. Now the air was heavy with the hush of suspense +and expectancy. As far as one's vision could carry, he might see the +myriads of people in the boats rise up, and shade their eyes from the +glare of lanterns and torches, and gaze toward the palace.</p> + +<p>A file of forty or fifty state barges drew up to the steps. They were +richly gilt, and their lofty prows and sterns were elaborately carved. +Some of them were decorated with banners and streamers; some with +cloth-of-gold and arras embroidered with coats-of-arms; others with silken +flags that had numberless little silver bells fastened to them, which +shook out tiny showers of joyous music whenever the breezes fluttered +them; others of yet higher pretensions, since they belonged to nobles in +the prince's immediate service, had their sides picturesquely fenced with +shields gorgeously emblazoned with armorial bearings. Each state barge +was towed by a tender. Besides the rowers, these tenders carried each a +number of men-at-arms in glossy helmet and breastplate, and a company of +musicians.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="09-104"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="09-104.jpg (178K)" src="images/09-104.jpg" height="951" width="734"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The advance-guard of the expected procession now appeared in the great +gateway, a troop of halberdiers. 'They were dressed in striped hose of +black and tawny, velvet caps graced at the sides with silver roses, and +doublets of murrey and blue cloth, embroidered on the front and back with +the three feathers, the prince's blazon, woven in gold. Their halberd +staves were covered with crimson velvet, fastened with gilt nails, and +ornamented with gold tassels. Filing off on the right and left, they +formed two long lines, extending from the gateway of the palace to the +water's edge. A thick rayed cloth or carpet was then unfolded, and laid +down between them by attendants in the gold-and-crimson liveries of the +prince. This done, a flourish of trumpets resounded from within. A +lively prelude arose from the musicians on the water; and two ushers with +white wands marched with a slow and stately pace from the portal. They +were followed by an officer bearing the civic mace, after whom came +another carrying the city's sword; then several sergeants of the city +guard, in their full accoutrements, and with badges on their sleeves; +then the Garter King-at-arms, in his tabard; then several Knights of the +Bath, each with a white lace on his sleeve; then their esquires; then the +judges, in their robes of scarlet and coifs; then the Lord High +Chancellor of England, in a robe of scarlet, open before, and purfled +with minever; then a deputation of aldermen, in their scarlet cloaks; and +then the heads of the different civic companies, in their robes of state. +Now came twelve French gentlemen, in splendid habiliments, consisting of +pourpoints of white damask barred with gold, short mantles of crimson +velvet lined with violet taffeta, and carnation coloured +hauts-de-chausses, and took their way down the steps. They were of the suite of +the French ambassador, and were followed by twelve cavaliers of the suite +of the Spanish ambassador, clothed in black velvet, unrelieved by any +ornament. Following these came several great English nobles with their +attendants.'</p> + +<p>There was a flourish of trumpets within; and the Prince's uncle, the +future great Duke of Somerset, emerged from the gateway, arrayed in a +'doublet of black cloth-of-gold, and a cloak of crimson satin flowered +with gold, and ribanded with nets of silver.' He turned, doffed his +plumed cap, bent his body in a low reverence, and began to step backward, +bowing at each step. A prolonged trumpet-blast followed, and a +proclamation, "Way for the high and mighty the Lord Edward, Prince of +Wales!" High aloft on the palace walls a long line of red tongues of +flame leapt forth with a thunder-crash; the massed world on the river +burst into a mighty roar of welcome; and Tom Canty, the cause and hero of +it all, stepped into view and slightly bowed his princely head.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="09-106"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="09-106.jpg (46K)" src="images/09-106.jpg" height="586" width="359"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He was 'magnificently habited in a doublet of white satin, with a +front-piece of purple cloth-of-tissue, powdered with diamonds, and edged with +ermine. Over this he wore a mantle of white cloth-of-gold, pounced with +the triple-feathered crest, lined with blue satin, set with pearls and +precious stones, and fastened with a clasp of brilliants. About his neck +hung the order of the Garter, and several princely foreign orders;' and +wherever light fell upon him jewels responded with a blinding flash. O +Tom Canty, born in a hovel, bred in the gutters of London, familiar with +rags and dirt and misery, what a spectacle is this!</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c10"></a> +<a name="10-107"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-107.jpg (46K)" src="images/10-107.jpg" height="392" width="671"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter X. The Prince in the toils.</p> + +<p>We left John Canty dragging the rightful prince into Offal Court, with a +noisy and delighted mob at his heels. There was but one person in it who +offered a pleading word for the captive, and he was not heeded; he was +hardly even heard, so great was the turmoil. The Prince continued to +struggle for freedom, and to rage against the treatment he was suffering, +until John Canty lost what little patience was left in him, and raised +his oaken cudgel in a sudden fury over the Prince's head. The single +pleader for the lad sprang to stop the man's arm, and the blow descended +upon his own wrist. Canty roared out—</p> + +<p>"Thou'lt meddle, wilt thou? Then have thy reward."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="10-110"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-110.jpg (100K)" src="images/10-110.jpg" height="568" width="542"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>His cudgel crashed down upon the meddler's head: there was a groan, a +dim form sank to the ground among the feet of the crowd, and the next +moment it lay there in the dark alone. The mob pressed on, their +enjoyment nothing disturbed by this episode.</p> + +<p>Presently the Prince found himself in John Canty's abode, with the door +closed against the outsiders. By the vague light of a tallow candle +which was thrust into a bottle, he made out the main features of the +loathsome den, and also the occupants of it. Two frowsy girls and a +middle-aged woman cowered against the wall in one corner, with the aspect +of animals habituated to harsh usage, and expecting and dreading it now. +From another corner stole a withered hag with streaming grey hair and +malignant eyes. John Canty said to this one—</p> + +<p>"Tarry! There's fine mummeries here. Mar them not till thou'st enjoyed +them: then let thy hand be heavy as thou wilt. Stand forth, lad. Now +say thy foolery again, an thou'st not forgot it. Name thy name. Who art +thou?"</p> + +<p>The insulted blood mounted to the little prince's cheek once more, and he +lifted a steady and indignant gaze to the man's face and said—</p> + +<p>"'Tis but ill-breeding in such as thou to command me to speak. I tell +thee now, as I told thee before, I am Edward, Prince of Wales, and none +other."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="10-111"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-111.jpg (133K)" src="images/10-111.jpg" height="698" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>The stunning surprise of this reply nailed the hag's feet to the floor +where she stood, and almost took her breath. She stared at the Prince in +stupid amazement, which so amused her ruffianly son, that he burst into a +roar of laughter. But the effect upon Tom Canty's mother and sisters was +different. Their dread of bodily injury gave way at once to distress of +a different sort. They ran forward with woe and dismay in their faces, +exclaiming—</p> + +<p>"Oh, poor Tom, poor lad!"</p> + +<p>The mother fell on her knees before the Prince, put her hands upon his +shoulders, and gazed yearningly into his face through her rising tears. +Then she said—</p> + +<p>"Oh, my poor boy! Thy foolish reading hath wrought its woeful work at +last, and ta'en thy wit away. Ah! why did'st thou cleave to it when I so +warned thee 'gainst it? Thou'st broke thy mother's heart."</p> + +<p>The Prince looked into her face, and said gently—</p> + +<p>"Thy son is well, and hath not lost his wits, good dame. Comfort thee: +let me to the palace where he is, and straightway will the King my father +restore him to thee."</p> + +<p>"The King thy father! Oh, my child! unsay these words that be freighted +with death for thee, and ruin for all that be near to thee. Shake of +this gruesome dream. Call back thy poor wandering memory. Look upon me. +Am not I thy mother that bore thee, and loveth thee?"</p> + +<p>The Prince shook his head and reluctantly said—</p> + +<p>"God knoweth I am loth to grieve thy heart; but truly have I never looked +upon thy face before."</p> + +<p>The woman sank back to a sitting posture on the floor, and, covering her +eyes with her hands, gave way to heart-broken sobs and wailings.</p> + +<p>"Let the show go on!" shouted Canty. "What, Nan!—what, Bet! mannerless +wenches! will ye stand in the Prince's presence? Upon your knees, ye +pauper scum, and do him reverence!"</p> + +<p>He followed this with another horse-laugh. The girls began to plead +timidly for their brother; and Nan said—</p> + +<p>"An thou wilt but let him to bed, father, rest and sleep will heal his +madness: prithee, do."</p> + +<p>"Do, father," said Bet; "he is more worn than is his wont. To-morrow +will he be himself again, and will beg with diligence, and come not empty +home again."</p> + +<p>This remark sobered the father's joviality, and brought his mind to +business. He turned angrily upon the Prince, and said—</p> + +<p>"The morrow must we pay two pennies to him that owns this hole; two +pennies, mark ye—all this money for a half-year's rent, else out of this +we go. Show what thou'st gathered with thy lazy begging."</p> + +<p>The Prince said—</p> + +<p>"Offend me not with thy sordid matters. I tell thee again I am the +King's son."</p> + +<p>A sounding blow upon the Prince's shoulder from Canty's broad palm sent +him staggering into goodwife Canty's arms, who clasped him to her breast, +and sheltered him from a pelting rain of cuffs and slaps by interposing +her own person. The frightened girls retreated to their corner; but the +grandmother stepped eagerly forward to assist her son. The Prince sprang +away from Mrs. Canty, exclaiming—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="10-113"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-113.jpg (105K)" src="images/10-113.jpg" height="573" width="720"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"Thou shalt not suffer for me, madam. Let these swine do their will upon +me alone."</p> + +<p>This speech infuriated the swine to such a degree that they set about +their work without waste of time. Between them they belaboured the boy +right soundly, and then gave the girls and their mother a beating for +showing sympathy for the victim.</p> + +<p>"Now," said Canty, "to bed, all of ye. The entertainment has tired me."</p> + +<p>The light was put out, and the family retired. As soon as the snorings +of the head of the house and his mother showed that they were asleep, the +young girls crept to where the Prince lay, and covered him tenderly from +the cold with straw and rags; and their mother crept to him also, and +stroked his hair, and cried over him, whispering broken words of comfort +and compassion in his ear the while. She had saved a morsel for him to +eat, also; but the boy's pains had swept away all appetite—at least for +black and tasteless crusts. He was touched by her brave and costly +defence of him, and by her commiseration; and he thanked her in very +noble and princely words, and begged her to go to her sleep and try to +forget her sorrows. And he added that the King his father would not let +her loyal kindness and devotion go unrewarded. This return to his +'madness' broke her heart anew, and she strained him to her breast again +and again, and then went back, drowned in tears, to her bed.</p> + +<p>As she lay thinking and mourning, the suggestion began to creep into her +mind that there was an undefinable something about this boy that was +lacking in Tom Canty, mad or sane. She could not describe it, she could +not tell just what it was, and yet her sharp mother-instinct seemed to +detect it and perceive it. What if the boy were really not her son, +after all? Oh, absurd! She almost smiled at the idea, spite of her +griefs and troubles. No matter, she found that it was an idea that would +not 'down,' but persisted in haunting her. It pursued her, it harassed +her, it clung to her, and refused to be put away or ignored. At last she +perceived that there was not going to be any peace for her until she +should devise a test that should prove, clearly and without question, +whether this lad was her son or not, and so banish these wearing and +worrying doubts. Ah, yes, this was plainly the right way out of the +difficulty; therefore she set her wits to work at once to contrive that +test. But it was an easier thing to propose than to accomplish. She +turned over in her mind one promising test after another, but was obliged +to relinquish them all—none of them were absolutely sure, absolutely +perfect; and an imperfect one could not satisfy her. Evidently she was +racking her head in vain—it seemed manifest that she must give the +matter up. While this depressing thought was passing through her mind, +her ear caught the regular breathing of the boy, and she knew he had +fallen asleep. And while she listened, the measured breathing was broken +by a soft, startled cry, such as one utters in a troubled dream. This +chance occurrence furnished her instantly with a plan worth all her +laboured tests combined. She at once set herself feverishly, but +noiselessly, to work to relight her candle, muttering to herself, "Had I +but seen him THEN, I should have known! Since that day, when he was +little, that the powder burst in his face, he hath never been startled of +a sudden out of his dreams or out of his thinkings, but he hath cast his +hand before his eyes, even as he did that day; and not as others would do +it, with the palm inward, but always with the palm turned outward—I have +seen it a hundred times, and it hath never varied nor ever failed. Yes, +I shall soon know, now!"</p> + +<p>By this time she had crept to the slumbering boy's side, with the candle, +shaded, in her hand. She bent heedfully and warily over him, scarcely +breathing in her suppressed excitement, and suddenly flashed the light in +his face and struck the floor by his ear with her knuckles. The +sleeper's eyes sprang wide open, and he cast a startled stare about +him—but he made no special movement with his hands.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="10-115"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-115.jpg (138K)" src="images/10-115.jpg" height="662" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>The poor woman was smitten almost helpless with surprise and grief; but +she contrived to hide her emotions, and to soothe the boy to sleep again; +then she crept apart and communed miserably with herself upon the +disastrous result of her experiment. She tried to believe that her Tom's +madness had banished this habitual gesture of his; but she could not do +it. "No," she said, "his HANDS are not mad; they could not unlearn so +old a habit in so brief a time. Oh, this is a heavy day for me!"</p> + +<p>Still, hope was as stubborn now as doubt had been before; she could not +bring herself to accept the verdict of the test; she must try the thing +again—the failure must have been only an accident; so she startled the +boy out of his sleep a second and a third time, at intervals—with the +same result which had marked the first test; then she dragged herself to +bed, and fell sorrowfully asleep, saying, "But I cannot give him up—oh +no, I cannot, I cannot—he MUST be my boy!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="10-116"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-116.jpg (62K)" src="images/10-116.jpg" height="445" width="463"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The poor mother's interruptions having ceased, and the Prince's pains +having gradually lost their power to disturb him, utter weariness at last +sealed his eyes in a profound and restful sleep. Hour after hour slipped +away, and still he slept like the dead. Thus four or five hours passed. +Then his stupor began to lighten. Presently, while half asleep and half +awake, he murmured—</p> + +<p>"Sir William!"</p> + +<p>After a moment—</p> + +<p>"Ho, Sir William Herbert! Hie thee hither, and list to the strangest +dream that ever . . . Sir William! dost hear? Man, I did think me +changed to a pauper, and . . . Ho there! Guards! Sir William! What! is +there no groom of the chamber in waiting? Alack! it shall go hard with—"</p> + +<p>"What aileth thee?" asked a whisper near him. "Who art thou calling?"</p> + +<p>"Sir William Herbert. Who art thou?"</p> + +<p>"I? Who should I be, but thy sister Nan? Oh, Tom, I had forgot! Thou'rt +mad yet—poor lad, thou'rt mad yet: would I had never woke to know it +again! But prithee master thy tongue, lest we be all beaten till we +die!"</p> + +<p>The startled Prince sprang partly up, but a sharp reminder from his +stiffened bruises brought him to himself, and he sank back among his foul +straw with a moan and the ejaculation—</p> + +<p>"Alas! it was no dream, then!"</p> + +<p>In a moment all the heavy sorrow and misery which sleep had banished were +upon him again, and he realised that he was no longer a petted prince in +a palace, with the adoring eyes of a nation upon him, but a pauper, an +outcast, clothed in rags, prisoner in a den fit only for beasts, and +consorting with beggars and thieves.</p> + +<p>In the midst of his grief he began to be conscious of hilarious noises +and shoutings, apparently but a block or two away. The next moment there +were several sharp raps at the door; John Canty ceased from snoring and +said—</p> + +<p>"Who knocketh? What wilt thou?"</p> + +<p>A voice answered—</p> + +<p>"Know'st thou who it was thou laid thy cudgel on?"</p> + +<p>"No. Neither know I, nor care."</p> + +<p>"Belike thou'lt change thy note eftsoons. An thou would save thy neck, +nothing but flight may stead thee. The man is this moment delivering up +the ghost. 'Tis the priest, Father Andrew!"</p> + +<p>"God-a-mercy!" exclaimed Canty. He roused his family, and hoarsely +commanded, "Up with ye all and fly—or bide where ye are and perish!"</p> + +<p>Scarcely five minutes later the Canty household were in the street and +flying for their lives. John Canty held the Prince by the wrist, and +hurried him along the dark way, giving him this caution in a low voice—</p> + +<p>"Mind thy tongue, thou mad fool, and speak not our name. I will choose +me a new name, speedily, to throw the law's dogs off the scent. Mind thy +tongue, I tell thee!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="10-118"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-118.jpg (142K)" src="images/10-118.jpg" height="757" width="741"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He growled these words to the rest of the family—</p> + +<p>"If it so chance that we be separated, let each make for London Bridge; +whoso findeth himself as far as the last linen-draper's shop on the +bridge, let him tarry there till the others be come, then will we flee +into Southwark together."</p> + +<p>At this moment the party burst suddenly out of darkness into light; and +not only into light, but into the midst of a multitude of singing, +dancing, and shouting people, massed together on the river frontage. +There was a line of bonfires stretching as far as one could see, up and +down the Thames; London Bridge was illuminated; Southwark Bridge +likewise; the entire river was aglow with the flash and sheen of coloured +lights; and constant explosions of fireworks filled the skies with an +intricate commingling of shooting splendours and a thick rain of dazzling +sparks that almost turned night into day; everywhere were crowds of +revellers; all London seemed to be at large.</p> + +<p>John Canty delivered himself of a furious curse and commanded a retreat; +but it was too late. He and his tribe were swallowed up in that swarming +hive of humanity, and hopelessly separated from each other in an instant. +We are not considering that the Prince was one of his tribe; Canty still +kept his grip upon him. The Prince's heart was beating high with hopes +of escape, now. A burly waterman, considerably exalted with liquor, +found himself rudely shoved by Canty in his efforts to plough through the +crowd; he laid his great hand on Canty's shoulder and said—</p> + +<p>"Nay, whither so fast, friend? Dost canker thy soul with sordid business +when all that be leal men and true make holiday?"</p> + +<p>"Mine affairs are mine own, they concern thee not," answered Canty, +roughly; "take away thy hand and let me pass."</p> + +<p>"Sith that is thy humour, thou'lt NOT pass, till thou'st drunk to the +Prince of Wales, I tell thee that," said the waterman, barring the way +resolutely.</p> + +<p>"Give me the cup, then, and make speed, make speed!"</p> + +<p>Other revellers were interested by this time. They cried out—</p> + +<p>"The loving-cup, the loving-cup! make the sour knave drink the +loving-cup, else will we feed him to the fishes."</p> + +<p>So a huge loving-cup was brought; the waterman, grasping it by one of its +handles, and with the other hand bearing up the end of an imaginary +napkin, presented it in due and ancient form to Canty, who had to grasp +the opposite handle with one of his hands and take off the lid with the +other, according to ancient custom. This left the Prince hand-free +for a second, of course. He wasted no time, but dived among the forest +of legs about him and disappeared. In another moment he could not have +been harder to find, under that tossing sea of life, if its billows had +been the Atlantic's and he a lost sixpence.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="10-120"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="10-120.jpg (148K)" src="images/10-120.jpg" height="803" width="713"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He very soon realised this fact, and straightway busied himself about his +own affairs without further thought of John Canty. He quickly realised +another thing, too. To wit, that a spurious Prince of Wales was being +feasted by the city in his stead. He easily concluded that the pauper +lad, Tom Canty, had deliberately taken advantage of his stupendous +opportunity and become a usurper.</p> + +<p>Therefore there was but one course to pursue—find his way to the +Guildhall, make himself known, and denounce the impostor. He also made +up his mind that Tom should be allowed a reasonable time for spiritual +preparation, and then be hanged, drawn and quartered, according to the +law and usage of the day in cases of high treason.</p> + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c11"></a> +<a name="11-121"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="11-121.jpg (56K)" src="images/11-121.jpg" height="448" width="718"> +</center> +<br><br> +<br><br> + + + +<p> +Chapter XI. At Guildhall.</p> + +<p>The royal barge, attended by its gorgeous fleet, took its stately way +down the Thames through the wilderness of illuminated boats. The air was +laden with music; the river banks were beruffled with joy-flames; the +distant city lay in a soft luminous glow from its countless invisible +bonfires; above it rose many a slender spire into the sky, incrusted with +sparkling lights, wherefore in their remoteness they seemed like jewelled +lances thrust aloft; as the fleet swept along, it was greeted from the +banks with a continuous hoarse roar of cheers and the ceaseless flash and +boom of artillery.</p> + +<p>To Tom Canty, half buried in his silken cushions, these sounds and this +spectacle were a wonder unspeakably sublime and astonishing. To his +little friends at his side, the Princess Elizabeth and the Lady Jane +Grey, they were nothing.</p> + +<p>Arrived at the Dowgate, the fleet was towed up the limpid Walbrook (whose +channel has now been for two centuries buried out of sight under acres of +buildings) to Bucklersbury, past houses and under bridges populous with +merry-makers and brilliantly lighted, and at last came to a halt in a +basin where now is Barge Yard, in the centre of the ancient city of +London. Tom disembarked, and he and his gallant procession crossed +Cheapside and made a short march through the Old Jewry and Basinghall +Street to the Guildhall.</p> + +<p>Tom and his little ladies were received with due ceremony by the Lord +Mayor and the Fathers of the City, in their gold chains and scarlet robes +of state, and conducted to a rich canopy of state at the head of the +great hall, preceded by heralds making proclamation, and by the Mace and +the City Sword. The lords and ladies who were to attend upon Tom and his +two small friends took their places behind their chairs.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="11-124"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="11-124.jpg (173K)" src="images/11-124.jpg" height="1063" width="729"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>At a lower table the Court grandees and other guests of noble degree were +seated, with the magnates of the city; the commoners took places at a +multitude of tables on the main floor of the hall. From their lofty +vantage-ground the giants Gog and Magog, the ancient guardians of the +city, contemplated the spectacle below them with eyes grown familiar to +it in forgotten generations. There was a bugle-blast and a proclamation, +and a fat butler appeared in a high perch in the leftward wall, followed +by his servitors bearing with impressive solemnity a royal baron of beef, +smoking hot and ready for the knife.</p> + +<p>After grace, Tom (being instructed) rose—and the whole house with +him—and drank from a portly golden loving-cup with the Princess Elizabeth; +from her it passed to the Lady Jane, and then traversed the general +assemblage. So the banquet began.</p> + +<p>By midnight the revelry was at its height. Now came one of those +picturesque spectacles so admired in that old day. A description of it +is still extant in the quaint wording of a chronicler who witnessed it:</p> + +<p>'Space being made, presently entered a baron and an earl appareled after +the Turkish fashion in long robes of bawdkin powdered with gold; hats on +their heads of crimson velvet, with great rolls of gold, girded with two +swords, called scimitars, hanging by great bawdricks of gold. Next came +yet another baron and another earl, in two long gowns of yellow satin, +traversed with white satin, and in every bend of white was a bend of +crimson satin, after the fashion of Russia, with furred hats of gray on +their heads; either of them having an hatchet in their hands, and boots +with pykes' (points a foot long), 'turned up. And after them came a +knight, then the Lord High Admiral, and with him five nobles, in doublets +of crimson velvet, voyded low on the back and before to the cannell-bone, +laced on the breasts with chains of silver; and over that, short cloaks +of crimson satin, and on their heads hats after the dancers' fashion, +with pheasants' feathers in them. These were appareled after the fashion +of Prussia. The torchbearers, which were about an hundred, were +appareled in crimson satin and green, like Moors, their faces black. +Next came in a mommarye. Then the minstrels, which were disguised, +danced; and the lords and ladies did wildly dance also, that it was a +pleasure to behold.'</p> + +<p>And while Tom, in his high seat, was gazing upon this 'wild' dancing, +lost in admiration of the dazzling commingling of kaleidoscopic colours +which the whirling turmoil of gaudy figures below him presented, the +ragged but real little Prince of Wales was proclaiming his rights and his +wrongs, denouncing the impostor, and clamouring for admission at the +gates of Guildhall! The crowd enjoyed this episode prodigiously, and +pressed forward and craned their necks to see the small rioter. +Presently they began to taunt him and mock at him, purposely to goad him +into a higher and still more entertaining fury. Tears of mortification +sprang to his eyes, but he stood his ground and defied the mob right +royally. Other taunts followed, added mockings stung him, and he +exclaimed—</p> + +<p>"I tell ye again, you pack of unmannerly curs, I am the Prince of Wales! +And all forlorn and friendless as I be, with none to give me word of +grace or help me in my need, yet will not I be driven from my ground, but +will maintain it!"</p> + +<p>"Though thou be prince or no prince, 'tis all one, thou be'st a gallant +lad, and not friendless neither! Here stand I by thy side to prove it; +and mind I tell thee thou might'st have a worser friend than Miles Hendon +and yet not tire thy legs with seeking. Rest thy small jaw, my child; I +talk the language of these base kennel-rats like to a very native."</p> + +<p>The speaker was a sort of Don Caesar de Bazan in dress, aspect, and +bearing. He was tall, trim-built, muscular. His doublet and trunks were +of rich material, but faded and threadbare, and their gold-lace +adornments were sadly tarnished; his ruff was rumpled and damaged; the +plume in his slouched hat was broken and had a bedraggled and +disreputable look; at his side he wore a long rapier in a rusty iron +sheath; his swaggering carriage marked him at once as a ruffler of the +camp. The speech of this fantastic figure was received with an explosion +of jeers and laughter. Some cried, "'Tis another prince in disguise!" +"'Ware thy tongue, friend: belike he is dangerous!" "Marry, he looketh +it—mark his eye!" "Pluck the lad from him—to the horse-pond wi' the +cub!"</p> + +<p>Instantly a hand was laid upon the Prince, under the impulse of this +happy thought; as instantly the stranger's long sword was out and the +meddler went to the earth under a sounding thump with the flat of it. +The next moment a score of voices shouted, "Kill the dog! Kill him! +Kill him!" and the mob closed in on the warrior, who backed himself +against a wall and began to lay about him with his long weapon like a +madman. His victims sprawled this way and that, but the mob-tide poured +over their prostrate forms and dashed itself against the champion with +undiminished fury. +</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="11-127"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="11-127.jpg (133K)" src="images/11-127.jpg" height="582" width="714"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +His moments seemed numbered, his destruction certain, +when suddenly a trumpet-blast sounded, a voice shouted, "Way for the +King's messenger!" and a troop of horsemen came charging down upon the +mob, who fled out of harm's reach as fast as their legs could carry them. +The bold stranger caught up the Prince in his arms, and was soon far away +from danger and the multitude.</p> + +<p>Return we within the Guildhall. Suddenly, high above the jubilant roar +and thunder of the revel, broke the clear peal of a bugle-note. There +was instant silence—a deep hush; then a single voice rose—that of the +messenger from the palace—and began to pipe forth a proclamation, the +whole multitude standing listening.</p> + +<p>The closing words, solemnly pronounced, were—</p> + +<p>"The King is dead!"</p> + +<p>The great assemblage bent their heads upon their breasts with one accord; +remained so, in profound silence, a few moments; then all sank upon their +knees in a body, stretched out their hands toward Tom, and a mighty shout +burst forth that seemed to shake the building—</p> + +<p>"Long live the King!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="11-128"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="11-128.jpg (154K)" src="images/11-128.jpg" height="854" width="727"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Poor Tom's dazed eyes wandered abroad over this stupefying spectacle, and +finally rested dreamily upon the kneeling princesses beside him, a +moment, then upon the Earl of Hertford. A sudden purpose dawned in his +face. He said, in a low tone, at Lord Hertford's ear—</p> + +<p>"Answer me truly, on thy faith and honour! Uttered I here a command, the +which none but a king might hold privilege and prerogative to utter, +would such commandment be obeyed, and none rise up to say me nay?"</p> + +<p>"None, my liege, in all these realms. In thy person bides the majesty of +England. Thou art the king—thy word is law."</p> + +<p>Tom responded, in a strong, earnest voice, and with great animation—</p> + +<p>"Then shall the king's law be law of mercy, from this day, and never more +be law of blood! Up from thy knees and away! To the Tower, and say the +King decrees the Duke of Norfolk shall not die!"</p> + +<p>The words were caught up and carried eagerly from lip to lip far and wide +over the hall, and as Hertford hurried from the presence, another +prodigious shout burst forth—</p> + +<p>"The reign of blood is ended! 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It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +XII. </td><td><a href="#c12">The Prince and his deliverer.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XIII. </td><td><a href="#c13">The disappearance of the Prince.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XIV. </td><td><a href="#c14">'Le Roi est mort—vive le Roi.'</a><br></td></tr> + + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + + +<a href="#12-131">THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVERER</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-134">"OUR FRIENDS THREADED THEIR WAY"</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-136">"OBJECT LESSONS" IN ENGLISH HISTORY</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-137">"JOHN CANTY MOVED OFF"</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-139">"SMOOTHING BACK THE TANGLED CURLS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-141">"PRITHEE, POUR THE WATER"</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-142">"GO ON—TELL ME THY STORY</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-145">"THOU HAST BEEN SHAMEFULLY ABUSED"</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-146">"HE DROPPED ON ONE KNEE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#12-148">"RISE, SIR MILES HENDON, BARONET"</a><br><br> +<a href="#13-149">THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE</a><br><br> +<a href="#13-151">"HE DROPPED ASLEEP"</a><br><br> +<a href="#13-153">"THESE BE VERY GOOD AND SOUND"</a><br><br> +<a href="#13-155">"EXPLAIN, THOU LIMB OF SATAN"</a><br><br> +<a href="#13-156">"HENDON FOLLOWED AFTER HIM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#14-159">"LE ROI EST MORT-VIVE LE ROI"</a><br><br> +<a href="#14-162">"WILT DEIGN TO DELIVER THY COMMANDS?"</a><br><br> +<a href="#14-164">"LORD OF THE BEDCHAMBER"</a><br><br> +<a href="#14-166">"A SECRETARY OF STATE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#14-170">"STOOD AT GRACEFUL EASE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#14-172">"'TIS I THAT TAKE THEM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#14-175">"BUT TAX YOUR MEMORY"</a><br><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c12"></a> +<a name="12-131"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-131.jpg (62K)" src="images/12-131.jpg" height="578" width="589"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XII. The Prince and his deliverer.</p> + +<p>As soon as Miles Hendon and the little prince were clear of the mob, they +struck down through back lanes and alleys toward the river. Their way +was unobstructed until they approached London Bridge; then they ploughed +into the multitude again, Hendon keeping a fast grip upon the +Prince's—no, the King's—wrist. The tremendous news was already abroad, and the +boy learned it from a thousand voices at once—"The King is dead!" The +tidings struck a chill to the heart of the poor little waif, and sent a +shudder through his frame. He realised the greatness of his loss, and +was filled with a bitter grief; for the grim tyrant who had been such a +terror to others had always been gentle with him. The tears sprang to +his eyes and blurred all objects. For an instant he felt himself the +most forlorn, outcast, and forsaken of God's creatures—then another cry +shook the night with its far-reaching thunders: "Long live King Edward +the Sixth!" and this made his eyes kindle, and thrilled him with pride to +his fingers' ends. "Ah," he thought, "how grand and strange it seems—I +AM KING!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-134"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-134.jpg (116K)" src="images/12-134.jpg" height="679" width="597"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Our friends threaded their way slowly through the throngs upon the +bridge. This structure, which had stood for six hundred years, and had +been a noisy and populous thoroughfare all that time, was a curious +affair, for a closely packed rank of stores and shops, with family +quarters overhead, stretched along both sides of it, from one bank of the +river to the other. The Bridge was a sort of town to itself; it had its +inn, its beer-houses, its bakeries, its haberdasheries, its food markets, +its manufacturing industries, and even its church. It looked upon the +two neighbours which it linked together—London and Southwark—as being +well enough as suburbs, but not otherwise particularly important. It was +a close corporation, so to speak; it was a narrow town, of a single +street a fifth of a mile long, its population was but a village +population and everybody in it knew all his fellow-townsmen intimately, +and had known their fathers and mothers before them—and all their little +family affairs into the bargain. It had its aristocracy, of course—its +fine old families of butchers, and bakers, and what-not, who had occupied +the same old premises for five or six hundred years, and knew the great +history of the Bridge from beginning to end, and all its strange legends; +and who always talked bridgy talk, and thought bridgy thoughts, and lied +in a long, level, direct, substantial bridgy way. It was just the sort +of population to be narrow and ignorant and self-conceited. Children were +born on the Bridge, were reared there, grew to old age, and finally died +without ever having set a foot upon any part of the world but London +Bridge alone. Such people would naturally imagine that the mighty and +interminable procession which moved through its street night and day, +with its confused roar of shouts and cries, its neighings and bellowing +and bleatings and its muffled thunder-tramp, was the one great thing in +this world, and themselves somehow the proprietors of it. And so they +were, in effect—at least they could exhibit it from their windows, and +did—for a consideration—whenever a returning king or hero gave it a +fleeting splendour, for there was no place like it for affording a long, +straight, uninterrupted view of marching columns.</p> + +<p>Men born and reared upon the Bridge found life unendurably dull and inane +elsewhere. History tells of one of these who left the Bridge at the age +of seventy-one and retired to the country. But he could only fret and +toss in his bed; he could not go to sleep, the deep stillness was so +painful, so awful, so oppressive. When he was worn out with it, at last, +he fled back to his old home, a lean and haggard spectre, and fell +peacefully to rest and pleasant dreams under the lulling music of the +lashing waters and the boom and crash and thunder of London Bridge.</p> + +<p>In the times of which we are writing, the Bridge furnished 'object +lessons' in English history for its children—namely, the livid and +decaying heads of renowned men impaled upon iron spikes atop of its +gateways. But we digress.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-136"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-136.jpg (35K)" src="images/12-136.jpg" height="419" width="363"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Hendon's lodgings were in the little inn on the Bridge. As he neared the +door with his small friend, a rough voice said—</p> + +<p>"So, thou'rt come at last! Thou'lt not escape again, I warrant thee; and +if pounding thy bones to a pudding can teach thee somewhat, thou'lt not +keep us waiting another time, mayhap,"—and John Canty put out his hand to +seize the boy.</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon stepped in the way and said—</p> + +<p>"Not too fast, friend. Thou art needlessly rough, methinks. What is the +lad to thee?"</p> + +<p>"If it be any business of thine to make and meddle in others' affairs, he +is my son."</p> + +<p>"'Tis a lie!" cried the little King, hotly.</p> + +<p>"Boldly said, and I believe thee, whether thy small headpiece be sound or +cracked, my boy. But whether this scurvy ruffian be thy father or no, +'tis all one, he shall not have thee to beat thee and abuse, according to +his threat, so thou prefer to bide with me."</p> + +<p>"I do, I do—I know him not, I loathe him, and will die before I will go +with him."</p> + +<p>"Then 'tis settled, and there is nought more to say."</p> + +<p>"We will see, as to that!" exclaimed John Canty, striding past Hendon to +get at the boy; "by force shall he—"</p> + +<p>"If thou do but touch him, thou animated offal, I will spit thee like a +goose!" said Hendon, barring the way and laying his hand upon his sword +hilt. Canty drew back. "Now mark ye," continued Hendon, "I took this +lad under my protection when a mob of such as thou would have mishandled +him, mayhap killed him; dost imagine I will desert him now to a worser +fate?—for whether thou art his father or no—and sooth to say, I think +it is a lie—a decent swift death were better for such a lad than life in +such brute hands as thine. So go thy ways, and set quick about it, for I +like not much bandying of words, being not over-patient in my nature."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-137"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-137.jpg (107K)" src="images/12-137.jpg" height="620" width="577"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>John Canty moved off, muttering threats and curses, and was swallowed +from sight in the crowd. Hendon ascended three flights of stairs to his +room, with his charge, after ordering a meal to be sent thither. It was +a poor apartment, with a shabby bed and some odds and ends of old +furniture in it, and was vaguely lighted by a couple of sickly candles. +The little King dragged himself to the bed and lay down upon it, almost +exhausted with hunger and fatigue. He had been on his feet a good part +of a day and a night (for it was now two or three o'clock in the +morning), and had eaten nothing meantime. He murmured drowsily—</p> + +<p>"Prithee call me when the table is spread," and sank into a deep sleep +immediately.</p> + +<p>A smile twinkled in Hendon's eye, and he said to himself—</p> + +<p>"By the mass, the little beggar takes to one's quarters and usurps one's +bed with as natural and easy a grace as if he owned them—with never a +by-your-leave or so-please-it-you, or anything of the sort. In his +diseased ravings he called himself the Prince of Wales, and bravely doth +he keep up the character. Poor little friendless rat, doubtless his mind +has been disordered with ill-usage. Well, I will be his friend; I have +saved him, and it draweth me strongly to him; already I love the +bold-tongued little rascal. How soldier-like he faced the smutty rabble and +flung back his high defiance! And what a comely, sweet and gentle face +he hath, now that sleep hath conjured away its troubles and its griefs. +I will teach him; I will cure his malady; yea, I will be his elder +brother, and care for him and watch over him; and whoso would shame him +or do him hurt may order his shroud, for though I be burnt for it he +shall need it!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-139"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-139.jpg (110K)" src="images/12-139.jpg" height="612" width="712"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He bent over the boy and contemplated him with kind and pitying interest, +tapping the young cheek tenderly and smoothing back the tangled curls +with his great brown hand. A slight shiver passed over the boy's form. +Hendon muttered—</p> + +<p>"See, now, how like a man it was to let him lie here uncovered and fill +his body with deadly rheums. Now what shall I do? 'twill wake him to +take him up and put him within the bed, and he sorely needeth sleep."</p> + +<p>He looked about for extra covering, but finding none, doffed his doublet +and wrapped the lad in it, saying, "I am used to nipping air and scant +apparel, 'tis little I shall mind the cold!"—then walked up and down the +room, to keep his blood in motion, soliloquising as before.</p> + +<p>"His injured mind persuades him he is Prince of Wales; 'twill be odd to +have a Prince of Wales still with us, now that he that WAS the prince is +prince no more, but king—for this poor mind is set upon the one fantasy, +and will not reason out that now it should cast by the prince and call +itself the king. . . If my father liveth still, after these seven years +that I have heard nought from home in my foreign dungeon, he will welcome +the poor lad and give him generous shelter for my sake; so will my good +elder brother, Arthur; my other brother, Hugh—but I will crack his crown +an HE interfere, the fox-hearted, ill-conditioned animal! Yes, thither +will we fare—and straightway, too."</p> + +<p>A servant entered with a smoking meal, disposed it upon a small deal +table, placed the chairs, and took his departure, leaving such cheap +lodgers as these to wait upon themselves. The door slammed after him, +and the noise woke the boy, who sprang to a sitting posture, and shot a +glad glance about him; then a grieved look came into his face and he +murmured to himself, with a deep sigh, "Alack, it was but a dream, woe is +me!" Next he noticed Miles Hendon's doublet—glanced from that to +Hendon, comprehended the sacrifice that had been made for him, and said, +gently—</p> + +<p>"Thou art good to me, yes, thou art very good to me. Take it and put it +on—I shall not need it more."</p> + +<p>Then he got up and walked to the washstand in the corner and stood there, +waiting. Hendon said in a cheery voice—</p> + +<p>"We'll have a right hearty sup and bite, now, for everything is savoury +and smoking hot, and that and thy nap together will make thee a little +man again, never fear!"</p> + +<p>The boy made no answer, but bent a steady look, that was filled with +grave surprise, and also somewhat touched with impatience, upon the tall +knight of the sword. Hendon was puzzled, and said—</p> + +<p>"What's amiss?"</p> + +<p>"Good sir, I would wash me."</p> + +<p>"Oh, is that all? Ask no permission of Miles Hendon for aught thou +cravest. Make thyself perfectly free here, and welcome, with all that +are his belongings."</p> + +<p>Still the boy stood, and moved not; more, he tapped the floor once or +twice with his small impatient foot. Hendon was wholly perplexed. Said +he—</p> + +<p>"Bless us, what is it?"</p> + +<p>"Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-141"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-141.jpg (125K)" src="images/12-141.jpg" height="736" width="730"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Hendon, suppressing a horse-laugh, and saying to himself, "By all the +saints, but this is admirable!" stepped briskly forward and did the small +insolent's bidding; then stood by, in a sort of stupefaction, until the +command, "Come—the towel!" woke him sharply up. He took up a towel, +from under the boy's nose, and handed it to him without comment. He now +proceeded to comfort his own face with a wash, and while he was at it his +adopted child seated himself at the table and prepared to fall to. +Hendon despatched his ablutions with alacrity, then drew back the other +chair and was about to place himself at table, when the boy said, +indignantly—</p> + +<p>"Forbear! Wouldst sit in the presence of the King?"</p> + +<p>This blow staggered Hendon to his foundations. He muttered to himself, +"Lo, the poor thing's madness is up with the time! It hath changed with +the great change that is come to the realm, and now in fancy is he KING! +Good lack, I must humour the conceit, too—there is no other way—faith, +he would order me to the Tower, else!"</p> + +<p>And pleased with this jest, he removed the chair from the table, took his +stand behind the King, and proceeded to wait upon him in the courtliest +way he was capable of.</p> + +<p>While the King ate, the rigour of his royal dignity relaxed a little, and +with his growing contentment came a desire to talk. He said—"I think +thou callest thyself Miles Hendon, if I heard thee aright?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Sire," Miles replied; then observed to himself, "If I MUST humour +the poor lad's madness, I must 'Sire' him, I must 'Majesty' him, I must +not go by halves, I must stick at nothing that belongeth to the part I +play, else shall I play it ill and work evil to this charitable and +kindly cause."</p> + +<p>The King warmed his heart with a second glass of wine, and said—"I would +know thee—tell me thy story. Thou hast a gallant way with thee, and a +noble—art nobly born?"</p> + +<p>"We are of the tail of the nobility, good your Majesty. My father is a +baronet—one of the smaller lords by knight service {2}—Sir Richard +Hendon of Hendon Hall, by Monk's Holm in Kent."</p> + +<p>"The name has escaped my memory. Go on—tell me thy story."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-142"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-142.jpg (102K)" src="images/12-142.jpg" height="612" width="723"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"'Tis not much, your Majesty, yet perchance it may beguile a short +half-hour for want of a better. My father, Sir Richard, is very rich, and of +a most generous nature. My mother died whilst I was yet a boy. I have +two brothers: Arthur, my elder, with a soul like to his father's; and +Hugh, younger than I, a mean spirit, covetous, treacherous, vicious, +underhanded—a reptile. Such was he from the cradle; such was he ten +years past, when I last saw him—a ripe rascal at nineteen, I being +twenty then, and Arthur twenty-two. There is none other of us but the +Lady Edith, my cousin—she was sixteen then—beautiful, gentle, good, the +daughter of an earl, the last of her race, heiress of a great fortune and +a lapsed title. My father was her guardian. I loved her and she loved +me; but she was betrothed to Arthur from the cradle, and Sir Richard +would not suffer the contract to be broken. Arthur loved another maid, +and bade us be of good cheer and hold fast to the hope that delay and +luck together would some day give success to our several causes. Hugh +loved the Lady Edith's fortune, though in truth he said it was herself he +loved—but then 'twas his way, alway, to say the one thing and mean the +other. But he lost his arts upon the girl; he could deceive my father, +but none else. My father loved him best of us all, and trusted and +believed him; for he was the youngest child, and others hated him—these +qualities being in all ages sufficient to win a parent's dearest love; +and he had a smooth persuasive tongue, with an admirable gift of +lying—and these be qualities which do mightily assist a blind affection to +cozen itself. I was wild—in troth I might go yet farther and say VERY +wild, though 'twas a wildness of an innocent sort, since it hurt none but +me, brought shame to none, nor loss, nor had in it any taint of crime or +baseness, or what might not beseem mine honourable degree.</p> + +<p>"Yet did my brother Hugh turn these faults to good account—he seeing +that our brother Arthur's health was but indifferent, and hoping the +worst might work him profit were I swept out of the path—so—but 'twere +a long tale, good my liege, and little worth the telling. Briefly, then, +this brother did deftly magnify my faults and make them crimes; ending +his base work with finding a silken ladder in mine apartments—conveyed +thither by his own means—and did convince my father by this, and +suborned evidence of servants and other lying knaves, that I was minded +to carry off my Edith and marry with her in rank defiance of his will.</p> + +<p>"Three years of banishment from home and England might make a soldier and +a man of me, my father said, and teach me some degree of wisdom. I +fought out my long probation in the continental wars, tasting sumptuously +of hard knocks, privation, and adventure; but in my last battle I was +taken captive, and during the seven years that have waxed and waned since +then, a foreign dungeon hath harboured me. Through wit and courage I won +to the free air at last, and fled hither straight; and am but just +arrived, right poor in purse and raiment, and poorer still in knowledge +of what these dull seven years have wrought at Hendon Hall, its people +and belongings. So please you, sir, my meagre tale is told."</p> + +<p>"Thou hast been shamefully abused!" said the little King, with a flashing +eye. "But I will right thee—by the cross will I! The King hath said +it."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-145"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-145.jpg (79K)" src="images/12-145.jpg" height="589" width="533"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Then, fired by the story of Miles's wrongs, he loosed his tongue and +poured the history of his own recent misfortunes into the ears of his +astonished listener. When he had finished, Miles said to himself—</p> + +<p>"Lo, what an imagination he hath! Verily, this is no common mind; else, +crazed or sane, it could not weave so straight and gaudy a tale as this +out of the airy nothings wherewith it hath wrought this curious romaunt. +Poor ruined little head, it shall not lack friend or shelter whilst I +bide with the living. He shall never leave my side; he shall be my pet, +my little comrade. And he shall be cured!—ay, made whole and +sound—then will he make himself a name—and proud shall I be to say, 'Yes, he +is mine—I took him, a homeless little ragamuffin, but I saw what was in +him, and I said his name would be heard some day—behold him, observe +him—was I right?'"</p> + +<p>The King spoke—in a thoughtful, measured voice—</p> + +<p>"Thou didst save me injury and shame, perchance my life, and so my crown. +Such service demandeth rich reward. Name thy desire, and so it be within +the compass of my royal power, it is thine."</p> + +<p>This fantastic suggestion startled Hendon out of his reverie. He was +about to thank the King and put the matter aside with saying he had only +done his duty and desired no reward, but a wiser thought came into his +head, and he asked leave to be silent a few moments and consider the +gracious offer—an idea which the King gravely approved, remarking that +it was best to be not too hasty with a thing of such great import.</p> + +<p>Miles reflected during some moments, then said to himself, "Yes, that is +the thing to do—by any other means it were impossible to get at it—and +certes, this hour's experience has taught me 'twould be most wearing and +inconvenient to continue it as it is. Yes, I will propose it; 'twas a +happy accident that I did not throw the chance away." Then he dropped +upon one knee and said—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-146"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-146.jpg (100K)" src="images/12-146.jpg" height="592" width="721"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"My poor service went not beyond the limit of a subject's simple duty, +and therefore hath no merit; but since your Majesty is pleased to hold it +worthy some reward, I take heart of grace to make petition to this +effect. Near four hundred years ago, as your grace knoweth, there being +ill blood betwixt John, King of England, and the King of France, it was +decreed that two champions should fight together in the lists, and so +settle the dispute by what is called the arbitrament of God. These two +kings, and the Spanish king, being assembled to witness and judge the +conflict, the French champion appeared; but so redoubtable was he, that +our English knights refused to measure weapons with him. So the matter, +which was a weighty one, was like to go against the English monarch by +default. Now in the Tower lay the Lord de Courcy, the mightiest arm in +England, stripped of his honours and possessions, and wasting with long +captivity. Appeal was made to him; he gave assent, and came forth +arrayed for battle; but no sooner did the Frenchman glimpse his huge +frame and hear his famous name but he fled away, and the French king's +cause was lost. King John restored De Courcy's titles and possessions, +and said, 'Name thy wish and thou shalt have it, though it cost me half +my kingdom;' whereat De Courcy, kneeling, as I do now, made answer, +'This, then, I ask, my liege; that I and my successors may have and hold +the privilege of remaining covered in the presence of the kings of +England, henceforth while the throne shall last.' The boon was granted, +as your Majesty knoweth; and there hath been no time, these four hundred +years, that that line has failed of an heir; and so, even unto this day, +the head of that ancient house still weareth his hat or helm before the +King's Majesty, without let or hindrance, and this none other may do. {3} +Invoking this precedent in aid of my prayer, I beseech the King to grant +to me but this one grace and privilege—to my more than sufficient +reward—and none other, to wit: that I and my heirs, for ever, may SIT +in the presence of the Majesty of England!"</p> + +<p>"Rise, Sir Miles Hendon, Knight," said the King, gravely—giving the +accolade with Hendon's sword—"rise, and seat thyself. Thy petition is +granted. Whilst England remains, and the crown continues, the privilege +shall not lapse."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="12-148"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="12-148.jpg (127K)" src="images/12-148.jpg" height="766" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>His Majesty walked apart, musing, and Hendon dropped into a chair at +table, observing to himself, "'Twas a brave thought, and hath wrought me +a mighty deliverance; my legs are grievously wearied. An I had not +thought of that, I must have had to stand for weeks, till my poor lad's +wits are cured." After a little, he went on, "And so I am become a +knight of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows! A most odd and strange +position, truly, for one so matter-of-fact as I. I will not laugh—no, +God forbid, for this thing which is so substanceless to me is REAL to +him. And to me, also, in one way, it is not a falsity, for it reflects +with truth the sweet and generous spirit that is in him." After a pause: +"Ah, what if he should call me by my fine title before folk!—there'd be +a merry contrast betwixt my glory and my raiment! But no matter, let him +call me what he will, so it please him; I shall be content."</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c13"></a> +<a name="13-149"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-149.jpg (41K)" src="images/13-149.jpg" height="350" width="694"> +</center> +<br><br> +<a name="13-151"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-151.jpg (124K)" src="images/13-151.jpg" height="872" width="722"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<p>Chapter XIII. The disappearance of the Prince.</p> + +<p>A heavy drowsiness presently fell upon the two comrades. The King said—</p> + +<p>"Remove these rags."—meaning his clothing.</p> + +<p>Hendon disapparelled the boy without dissent or remark, tucked him up in +bed, then glanced about the room, saying to himself, ruefully, "He hath +taken my bed again, as before—marry, what shall _I_ do?" The little +King observed his perplexity, and dissipated it with a word. He said, +sleepily—</p> + +<p>"Thou wilt sleep athwart the door, and guard it." In a moment more he +was out of his troubles, in a deep slumber.</p> + +<p>"Dear heart, he should have been born a king!" muttered Hendon, +admiringly; "he playeth the part to a marvel."</p> + +<p>Then he stretched himself across the door, on the floor, saying +contentedly—</p> + +<p>"I have lodged worse for seven years; 'twould be but ill gratitude to Him +above to find fault with this."</p> + +<p>He dropped asleep as the dawn appeared. Toward noon he rose, uncovered +his unconscious ward—a section at a time—and took his measure with a +string. The King awoke, just as he had completed his work, complained of +the cold, and asked what he was doing.</p> + +<p>"'Tis done, now, my liege," said Hendon; "I have a bit of business +outside, but will presently return; sleep thou again—thou needest it. +There—let me cover thy head also—thou'lt be warm the sooner."</p> + +<p>The King was back in dreamland before this speech was ended. Miles +slipped softly out, and slipped as softly in again, in the course of +thirty or forty minutes, with a complete second-hand suit of boy's +clothing, of cheap material, and showing signs of wear; but tidy, and +suited to the season of the year. He seated himself, and began to +overhaul his purchase, mumbling to himself—</p> + +<p>"A longer purse would have got a better sort, but when one has not the +long purse one must be content with what a short one may do—</p> +<center> +<p>"'There was a woman in our town, +<br>In our town did dwell—'</p> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="13-153"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-153.jpg (83K)" src="images/13-153.jpg" height="644" width="488"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"He stirred, methinks—I must sing in a less thunderous key; 'tis not +good to mar his sleep, with this journey before him, and he so wearied +out, poor chap . . . This garment—'tis well enough—a stitch here and +another one there will set it aright. This other is better, albeit a +stitch or two will not come amiss in it, likewise . . . THESE be very +good and sound, and will keep his small feet warm and dry—an odd new +thing to him, belike, since he has doubtless been used to foot it bare, +winters and summers the same . . . Would thread were bread, seeing one +getteth a year's sufficiency for a farthing, and such a brave big needle +without cost, for mere love. Now shall I have the demon's own time to +thread it!"</p> + +<p>And so he had. He did as men have always done, and probably always will +do, to the end of time—held the needle still, and tried to thrust the +thread through the eye, which is the opposite of a woman's way. Time and +time again the thread missed the mark, going sometimes on one side of the +needle, sometimes on the other, sometimes doubling up against the shaft; +but he was patient, having been through these experiences before, when he +was soldiering. He succeeded at last, and took up the garment that had +lain waiting, meantime, across his lap, and began his work.</p> + +<p>"The inn is paid—the breakfast that is to come, included—and there is +wherewithal left to buy a couple of donkeys and meet our little costs for +the two or three days betwixt this and the plenty that awaits us at +Hendon Hall—</p> +<center> +<p>"'She loved her hus—'</p> +</center> +<p>"Body o' me! I have driven the needle under my nail! . . . It matters +little—'tis not a novelty—yet 'tis not a convenience, neither. . . . We +shall be merry there, little one, never doubt it! Thy troubles will +vanish there, and likewise thy sad distemper—</p> +<center> +<p>"'She loved her husband dearilee, +<br>But another man—'</p> +</center> +<p>"These be noble large stitches!"—holding the garment up and viewing it +admiringly—"they have a grandeur and a majesty that do cause these small +stingy ones of the tailor-man to look mightily paltry and plebeian—</p> +<center> +<p>"'She loved her husband dearilee, +<br>But another man he loved she,—'</p> +</center> +<p>"Marry, 'tis done—a goodly piece of work, too, and wrought with +expedition. Now will I wake him, apparel him, pour for him, feed him, +and then will we hie us to the mart by the Tabard Inn in Southwark +and—be pleased to rise, my liege!—he answereth not—what ho, my liege!—of a +truth must I profane his sacred person with a touch, sith his slumber is +deaf to speech. What!"</p> + +<p>He threw back the covers—the boy was gone!</p> + +<p>He stared about him in speechless astonishment for a moment; noticed for +the first time that his ward's ragged raiment was also missing; then he +began to rage and storm and shout for the innkeeper. At that moment a +servant entered with the breakfast.</p> + +<p>"Explain, thou limb of Satan, or thy time is come!" roared the man of +war, and made so savage a spring toward the waiter that this latter could +not find his tongue, for the instant, for fright and surprise. "Where is +the boy?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="13-155"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-155.jpg (157K)" src="images/13-155.jpg" height="892" width="728"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>In disjointed and trembling syllables the man gave the information +desired.</p> + +<p>"You were hardly gone from the place, your worship, when a youth came +running and said it was your worship's will that the boy come to you +straight, at the bridge-end on the Southwark side. I brought him hither; +and when he woke the lad and gave his message, the lad did grumble some +little for being disturbed 'so early,' as he called it, but straightway +trussed on his rags and went with the youth, only saying it had been +better manners that your worship came yourself, not sent a stranger—and +so—"</p> + +<p>"And so thou'rt a fool!—a fool and easily cozened—hang all thy breed! +Yet mayhap no hurt is done. Possibly no harm is meant the boy. I will +go fetch him. Make the table ready. Stay! the coverings of the bed were +disposed as if one lay beneath them—happened that by accident?"</p> + +<p>"I know not, good your worship. I saw the youth meddle with them—he +that came for the boy."</p> + +<p>"Thousand deaths! 'Twas done to deceive me—'tis plain 'twas done to +gain time. Hark ye! Was that youth alone?"</p> + +<p>"All alone, your worship."</p> + +<p>"Art sure?"</p> + +<p>"Sure, your worship."</p> + +<p>"Collect thy scattered wits—bethink thee—take time, man."</p> + +<p>After a moment's thought, the servant said—</p> + +<p>"When he came, none came with him; but now I remember me that as the two +stepped into the throng of the Bridge, a ruffian-looking man plunged out +from some near place; and just as he was joining them—"</p> + +<p>"What THEN?—out with it!" thundered the impatient Hendon, interrupting.</p> + +<p>"Just then the crowd lapped them up and closed them in, and I saw no +more, being called by my master, who was in a rage because a joint that +the scrivener had ordered was forgot, though I take all the saints to +witness that to blame ME for that miscarriage were like holding the +unborn babe to judgment for sins com—"</p> + +<p>"Out of my sight, idiot! Thy prating drives me mad! Hold! Whither art +flying? Canst not bide still an instant? Went they toward Southwark?"</p> + +<p>"Even so, your worship—for, as I said before, as to that detestable +joint, the babe unborn is no whit more blameless than—"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="13-156"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-156.jpg (77K)" src="images/13-156.jpg" height="717" width="394"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Art here YET! And prating still! Vanish, lest I throttle thee!" The +servitor vanished. Hendon followed after him, passed him, and plunged +down the stairs two steps at a stride, muttering, "'Tis that scurvy +villain that claimed he was his son. I have lost thee, my poor little +mad master—it is a bitter thought—and I had come to love thee so! No! +by book and bell, NOT lost! Not lost, for I will ransack the land till I +find thee again. Poor child, yonder is his breakfast—and mine, but I +have no hunger now; so, let the rats have it—speed, speed! that is the +word!" As he wormed his swift way through the noisy multitudes upon the +Bridge he several times said to himself—clinging to the thought as if it +were a particularly pleasing one—"He grumbled, but he WENT—he went, +yes, because he thought Miles Hendon asked it, sweet lad—he would ne'er +have done it for another, I know it well."</p> + + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c14"></a> +<a name="14-159"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-159.jpg (78K)" src="images/14-159.jpg" height="595" width="669"> +</center> +<br><br> +<br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XIV. 'Le Roi est mort—vive le Roi.'</p> + +<p>Toward daylight of the same morning, Tom Canty stirred out of a heavy +sleep and opened his eyes in the dark. He lay silent a few moments, +trying to analyse his confused thoughts and impressions, and get some +sort of meaning out of them; then suddenly he burst out in a rapturous +but guarded voice—</p> + +<p>"I see it all, I see it all! Now God be thanked, I am indeed awake at +last! Come, joy! vanish, sorrow! Ho, Nan! Bet! kick off your straw and +hie ye hither to my side, till I do pour into your unbelieving ears the +wildest madcap dream that ever the spirits of night did conjure up to +astonish the soul of man withal! . . . Ho, Nan, I say! Bet!"</p> + +<p>A dim form appeared at his side, and a voice said—</p> + +<p>"Wilt deign to deliver thy commands?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-162"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-162.jpg (99K)" src="images/14-162.jpg" height="560" width="729"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Commands? . . . O, woe is me, I know thy voice! Speak thou—who am I?"</p> + +<p>"Thou? In sooth, yesternight wert thou the Prince of Wales; to-day art +thou my most gracious liege, Edward, King of England."</p> + +<p>Tom buried his head among his pillows, murmuring plaintively—</p> + +<p>"Alack, it was no dream! Go to thy rest, sweet sir—leave me to my +sorrows."</p> + +<p>Tom slept again, and after a time he had this pleasant dream. He thought +it was summer, and he was playing, all alone, in the fair meadow called +Goodman's Fields, when a dwarf only a foot high, with long red whiskers +and a humped back, appeared to him suddenly and said, "Dig by that +stump." He did so, and found twelve bright new pennies—wonderful +riches! Yet this was not the best of it; for the dwarf said—</p> + +<p>"I know thee. Thou art a good lad, and a deserving; thy distresses shall +end, for the day of thy reward is come. Dig here every seventh day, and +thou shalt find always the same treasure, twelve bright new pennies. +Tell none—keep the secret."</p> + +<p>Then the dwarf vanished, and Tom flew to Offal Court with his prize, +saying to himself, "Every night will I give my father a penny; he will +think I begged it, it will glad his heart, and I shall no more be beaten. +One penny every week the good priest that teacheth me shall have; mother, +Nan, and Bet the other four. We be done with hunger and rags, now, done +with fears and frets and savage usage."</p> + +<p>In his dream he reached his sordid home all out of breath, but with eyes +dancing with grateful enthusiasm; cast four of his pennies into his +mother's lap and cried out—</p> + +<p>"They are for thee!—all of them, every one!—for thee and Nan and +Bet—and honestly come by, not begged nor stolen!"</p> + +<p>The happy and astonished mother strained him to her breast and exclaimed—</p> + +<p>"It waxeth late—may it please your Majesty to rise?"</p> + +<p>Ah! that was not the answer he was expecting. The dream had snapped +asunder—he was awake.</p> + +<p>He opened his eyes—the richly clad First Lord of the Bedchamber was +kneeling by his couch. The gladness of the lying dream faded away—the +poor boy recognised that he was still a captive and a king. The room was +filled with courtiers clothed in purple mantles—the mourning colour—and +with noble servants of the monarch. Tom sat up in bed and gazed out from +the heavy silken curtains upon this fine company.</p> + +<p>The weighty business of dressing began, and one courtier after another +knelt and paid his court and offered to the little King his condolences +upon his heavy loss, whilst the dressing proceeded. In the beginning, a +shirt was taken up by the Chief Equerry in Waiting, who passed it to the +First Lord of the Buckhounds, who passed it to the Second Gentleman of +the Bedchamber, who passed it to the Head Ranger of Windsor Forest, who +passed it to the Third Groom of the Stole, who passed it to the +Chancellor Royal of the Duchy of Lancaster, who passed it to the Master +of the Wardrobe, who passed it to Norroy King-at-Arms, who passed it to +the Constable of the Tower, who passed it to the Chief Steward of the +Household, who passed it to the Hereditary Grand Diaperer, who passed it +to the Lord High Admiral of England, who passed it to the Archbishop of +Canterbury, who passed it to the First Lord of the Bedchamber, who took +what was left of it and put it on Tom. Poor little wondering chap, it +reminded him of passing buckets at a fire.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-164"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-164.jpg (59K)" src="images/14-164.jpg" height="363" width="720"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Each garment in its turn had to go through this slow and solemn process; +consequently Tom grew very weary of the ceremony; so weary that he felt +an almost gushing gratefulness when he at last saw his long silken hose +begin the journey down the line and knew that the end of the matter was +drawing near. But he exulted too soon. The First Lord of the Bedchamber +received the hose and was about to encase Tom's legs in them, when a +sudden flush invaded his face and he hurriedly hustled the things back +into the hands of the Archbishop of Canterbury with an astounded look and +a whispered, "See, my lord!" pointing to a something connected with the +hose. The Archbishop paled, then flushed, and passed the hose to the +Lord High Admiral, whispering, "See, my lord!" The Admiral passed the +hose to the Hereditary Grand Diaperer, and had hardly breath enough in +his body to ejaculate, "See, my lord!" The hose drifted backward along +the line, to the Chief Steward of the Household, the Constable of the +Tower, Norroy King-at-Arms, the Master of the Wardrobe, the Chancellor +Royal of the Duchy of Lancaster, the Third Groom of the Stole, the Head +Ranger of Windsor Forest, the Second Gentleman of the Bedchamber, the +First Lord of the Buckhounds,—accompanied always with that amazed and +frightened "See! see!"—till they finally reached the hands of the Chief +Equerry in Waiting, who gazed a moment, with a pallid face, upon what had +caused all this dismay, then hoarsely whispered, "Body of my life, a tag +gone from a truss-point!—to the Tower with the Head Keeper of the King's +Hose!"—after which he leaned upon the shoulder of the First Lord of the +Buckhounds to regather his vanished strength whilst fresh hose, without +any damaged strings to them, were brought.</p> + +<p>But all things must have an end, and so in time Tom Canty was in a +condition to get out of bed. The proper official poured water, the +proper official engineered the washing, the proper official stood by with +a towel, and by-and-by Tom got safely through the purifying stage and was +ready for the services of the Hairdresser-royal. When he at length +emerged from this master's hands, he was a gracious figure and as pretty +as a girl, in his mantle and trunks of purple satin, and purple-plumed +cap. He now moved in state toward his breakfast-room, through the midst +of the courtly assemblage; and as he passed, these fell back, leaving his +way free, and dropped upon their knees.</p> + +<p>After breakfast he was conducted, with regal ceremony, attended by his +great officers and his guard of fifty Gentlemen Pensioners bearing gilt +battle-axes, to the throne-room, where he proceeded to transact business +of state. His 'uncle,' Lord Hertford, took his stand by the throne, to +assist the royal mind with wise counsel.</p> + +<p>The body of illustrious men named by the late King as his executors +appeared, to ask Tom's approval of certain acts of theirs—rather a form, +and yet not wholly a form, since there was no Protector as yet. The +Archbishop of Canterbury made report of the decree of the Council of +Executors concerning the obsequies of his late most illustrious Majesty, +and finished by reading the signatures of the Executors, to wit: the +Archbishop of Canterbury; the Lord Chancellor of England; William Lord +St. John; John Lord Russell; Edward Earl of Hertford; John Viscount +Lisle; Cuthbert Bishop of Durham—</p> + +<p>Tom was not listening—an earlier clause of the document was puzzling +him. At this point he turned and whispered to Lord Hertford—</p> + +<p>"What day did he say the burial hath been appointed for?"</p> + +<p>"The sixteenth of the coming month, my liege."</p> + +<p>"'Tis a strange folly. Will he keep?"</p> + +<p>Poor chap, he was still new to the customs of royalty; he was used to +seeing the forlorn dead of Offal Court hustled out of the way with a very +different sort of expedition. However, the Lord Hertford set his mind at +rest with a word or two.</p> + +<p>A secretary of state presented an order of the Council appointing the +morrow at eleven for the reception of the foreign ambassadors, and +desired the King's assent.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-166"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-166.jpg (136K)" src="images/14-166.jpg" height="615" width="736"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Tom turned an inquiring look toward Hertford, who whispered—</p> + +<p>"Your Majesty will signify consent. They come to testify their royal +masters' sense of the heavy calamity which hath visited your Grace and +the realm of England."</p> + +<p>Tom did as he was bidden. Another secretary began to read a preamble +concerning the expenses of the late King's household, which had amounted +to 28,000 pounds during the preceding six months—a sum so vast that it +made Tom Canty gasp; he gasped again when the fact appeared that 20,000 +pounds of this money was still owing and unpaid; {4} and once more when +it appeared that the King's coffers were about empty, and his twelve +hundred servants much embarrassed for lack of the wages due them. Tom +spoke out, with lively apprehension—</p> + +<p>"We be going to the dogs, 'tis plain. 'Tis meet and necessary that we +take a smaller house and set the servants at large, sith they be of no +value but to make delay, and trouble one with offices that harass the +spirit and shame the soul, they misbecoming any but a doll, that hath nor +brains nor hands to help itself withal. I remember me of a small house +that standeth over against the fish-market, by Billingsgate—"</p> + +<p>A sharp pressure upon Tom's arm stopped his foolish tongue and sent a +blush to his face; but no countenance there betrayed any sign that this +strange speech had been remarked or given concern.</p> + +<p>A secretary made report that forasmuch as the late King had provided in +his will for conferring the ducal degree upon the Earl of Hertford and +raising his brother, Sir Thomas Seymour, to the peerage, and likewise +Hertford's son to an earldom, together with similar aggrandisements to +other great servants of the Crown, the Council had resolved to hold a +sitting on the 16th of February for the delivering and confirming of +these honours, and that meantime, the late King not having granted, in +writing, estates suitable to the support of these dignities, the Council, +knowing his private wishes in that regard, had thought proper to grant to +Seymour '500 pound lands,' and to Hertford's son '800 pound lands, and +300 pound of the next bishop's lands which should fall vacant,'—his +present Majesty being willing. {5}</p> + +<p>Tom was about to blurt out something about the propriety of paying the +late King's debts first, before squandering all this money, but a timely +touch upon his arm, from the thoughtful Hertford, saved him this +indiscretion; wherefore he gave the royal assent, without spoken comment, +but with much inward discomfort. While he sat reflecting a moment over +the ease with which he was doing strange and glittering miracles, a happy +thought shot into his mind: why not make his mother Duchess of Offal +Court, and give her an estate? But a sorrowful thought swept it +instantly away: he was only a king in name, these grave veterans and +great nobles were his masters; to them his mother was only the creature +of a diseased mind; they would simply listen to his project with +unbelieving ears, then send for the doctor.</p> + +<p>The dull work went tediously on. Petitions were read, and proclamations, +patents, and all manner of wordy, repetitious, and wearisome papers +relating to the public business; and at last Tom sighed pathetically and +murmured to himself, "In what have I offended, that the good God should +take me away from the fields and the free air and the sunshine, to shut +me up here and make me a king and afflict me so?" Then his poor muddled +head nodded a while and presently drooped to his shoulder; and the +business of the empire came to a standstill for want of that august +factor, the ratifying power. Silence ensued around the slumbering child, +and the sages of the realm ceased from their deliberations.</p> + +<p>During the forenoon, Tom had an enjoyable hour, by permission of his +keepers, Hertford and St. John, with the Lady Elizabeth and the little +Lady Jane Grey; though the spirits of the princesses were rather subdued +by the mighty stroke that had fallen upon the royal house; and at the end +of the visit his 'elder sister'—afterwards the 'Bloody Mary' of +history—chilled him with a solemn interview which had but one merit in his eyes, +its brevity. He had a few moments to himself, and then a slim lad of +about twelve years of age was admitted to his presence, whose clothing, +except his snowy ruff and the laces about his wrists, was of +black,—doublet, hose, and all. He bore no badge of mourning but a knot of +purple ribbon on his shoulder. He advanced hesitatingly, with head bowed +and bare, and dropped upon one knee in front of Tom. Tom sat still and +contemplated him soberly a moment. Then he said—</p> + +<p>"Rise, lad. Who art thou. What wouldst have?"</p> + +<p>The boy rose, and stood at graceful ease, but with an aspect of concern +in his face. He said—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-170"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-170.jpg (101K)" src="images/14-170.jpg" height="565" width="710"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Of a surety thou must remember me, my lord. I am thy whipping-boy."</p> + +<p>"My WHIPPING-boy?"</p> + +<p>"The same, your Grace. I am Humphrey—Humphrey Marlow."</p> + +<p>Tom perceived that here was someone whom his keepers ought to have posted +him about. The situation was delicate. What should he do?—pretend he +knew this lad, and then betray by his every utterance that he had never +heard of him before? No, that would not do. An idea came to his relief: +accidents like this might be likely to happen with some frequency, now +that business urgencies would often call Hertford and St. John from his +side, they being members of the Council of Executors; therefore perhaps +it would be well to strike out a plan himself to meet the requirements of +such emergencies. Yes, that would be a wise course—he would practise on +this boy, and see what sort of success he might achieve. So he stroked +his brow perplexedly a moment or two, and presently said—</p> + +<p>"Now I seem to remember thee somewhat—but my wit is clogged and dim with +suffering—"</p> + +<p>"Alack, my poor master!" ejaculated the whipping-boy, with feeling; +adding, to himself, "In truth 'tis as they said—his mind is gone—alas, +poor soul! But misfortune catch me, how am I forgetting! They said one +must not seem to observe that aught is wrong with him."</p> + +<p>"'Tis strange how my memory doth wanton with me these days," said Tom. +"But mind it not—I mend apace—a little clue doth often serve to bring +me back again the things and names which had escaped me. (And not they, +only, forsooth, but e'en such as I ne'er heard before—as this lad shall +see.) Give thy business speech."</p> + +<p>"'Tis matter of small weight, my liege, yet will I touch upon it, an' it +please your Grace. Two days gone by, when your Majesty faulted thrice in +your Greek—in the morning lessons,—dost remember it?"</p> + +<p>"Y-e-s—methinks I do. (It is not much of a lie—an' I had meddled with +the Greek at all, I had not faulted simply thrice, but forty times.) +Yes, I do recall it, now—go on."</p> + +<p>"The master, being wroth with what he termed such slovenly and doltish +work, did promise that he would soundly whip me for it—and—"</p> + +<p>"Whip THEE!" said Tom, astonished out of his presence of mind. "Why +should he whip THEE for faults of mine?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, your Grace forgetteth again. He always scourgeth me when thou dost +fail in thy lessons."</p> + +<p>"True, true—I had forgot. Thou teachest me in private—then if I fail, +he argueth that thy office was lamely done, and—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, my liege, what words are these? I, the humblest of thy servants, +presume to teach THEE?"</p> + +<p>"Then where is thy blame? What riddle is this? Am I in truth gone mad, +or is it thou? Explain—speak out."</p> + +<p>"But, good your Majesty, there's nought that needeth simplifying.—None +may visit the sacred person of the Prince of Wales with blows; wherefore, +when he faulteth, 'tis I that take them; and meet it is and right, for +that it is mine office and my livelihood." {1}</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-172"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-172.jpg (84K)" src="images/14-172.jpg" height="554" width="709"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Tom stared at the tranquil boy, observing to himself, "Lo, it is a +wonderful thing,—a most strange and curious trade; I marvel they have +not hired a boy to take my combings and my dressings for me—would heaven +they would!—an' they will do this thing, I will take my lashings in mine +own person, giving God thanks for the change." Then he said aloud—</p> + +<p>"And hast thou been beaten, poor friend, according to the promise?"</p> + +<p>"No, good your Majesty, my punishment was appointed for this day, and +peradventure it may be annulled, as unbefitting the season of mourning +that is come upon us; I know not, and so have made bold to come hither +and remind your Grace about your gracious promise to intercede in my +behalf—"</p> + +<p>"With the master? To save thee thy whipping?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, thou dost remember!"</p> + +<p>"My memory mendeth, thou seest. Set thy mind at ease—thy back shall go +unscathed—I will see to it."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thanks, my good lord!" cried the boy, dropping upon his knee again. +"Mayhap I have ventured far enow; and yet—"</p> + +<p>Seeing Master Humphrey hesitate, Tom encouraged him to go on, saying he +was "in the granting mood."</p> + +<p>"Then will I speak it out, for it lieth near my heart. Sith thou art no +more Prince of Wales but King, thou canst order matters as thou wilt, +with none to say thee nay; wherefore it is not in reason that thou wilt +longer vex thyself with dreary studies, but wilt burn thy books and turn +thy mind to things less irksome. Then am I ruined, and mine orphan +sisters with me!"</p> + +<p>"Ruined? Prithee how?"</p> + +<p>"My back is my bread, O my gracious liege! if it go idle, I starve. An' +thou cease from study mine office is gone thou'lt need no whipping-boy. +Do not turn me away!"</p> + +<p>Tom was touched with this pathetic distress. He said, with a right royal +burst of generosity—</p> + +<p>"Discomfort thyself no further, lad. Thine office shall be permanent in +thee and thy line for ever." Then he struck the boy a light blow on the +shoulder with the flat of his sword, exclaiming, "Rise, Humphrey Marlow, +Hereditary Grand Whipping-Boy to the Royal House of England! Banish +sorrow—I will betake me to my books again, and study so ill that they +must in justice treble thy wage, so mightily shall the business of thine +office be augmented."</p> + +<p>The grateful Humphrey responded fervidly—</p> + +<p>"Thanks, O most noble master, this princely lavishness doth far surpass +my most distempered dreams of fortune. Now shall I be happy all my days, +and all the house of Marlow after me."</p> + +<p>Tom had wit enough to perceive that here was a lad who could be useful to +him. He encouraged Humphrey to talk, and he was nothing loath. He was +delighted to believe that he was helping in Tom's 'cure'; for always, as +soon as he had finished calling back to Tom's diseased mind the various +particulars of his experiences and adventures in the royal school-room +and elsewhere about the palace, he noticed that Tom was then able to +'recall' the circumstances quite clearly. At the end of an hour Tom +found himself well freighted with very valuable information concerning +personages and matters pertaining to the Court; so he resolved to draw +instruction from this source daily; and to this end he would give order +to admit Humphrey to the royal closet whenever he might come, provided +the Majesty of England was not engaged with other people. Humphrey had +hardly been dismissed when my Lord Hertford arrived with more trouble for +Tom.</p> + +<p>He said that the Lords of the Council, fearing that some overwrought +report of the King's damaged health might have leaked out and got abroad, +they deemed it wise and best that his Majesty should begin to dine in +public after a day or two—his wholesome complexion and vigorous step, +assisted by a carefully guarded repose of manner and ease and grace of +demeanour, would more surely quiet the general pulse—in case any evil +rumours HAD gone about—than any other scheme that could be devised.</p> + +<p>Then the Earl proceeded, very delicately, to instruct Tom as to the +observances proper to the stately occasion, under the rather thin +disguise of 'reminding' him concerning things already known to him; but +to his vast gratification it turned out that Tom needed very little help +in this line—he had been making use of Humphrey in that direction, for +Humphrey had mentioned that within a few days he was to begin to dine in +public; having gathered it from the swift-winged gossip of the Court. +Tom kept these facts to himself, however.</p> + +<p>Seeing the royal memory so improved, the Earl ventured to apply a few +tests to it, in an apparently casual way, to find out how far its +amendment had progressed. The results were happy, here and there, in +spots—spots where Humphrey's tracks remained—and on the whole my lord +was greatly pleased and encouraged. So encouraged was he, indeed, that +he spoke up and said in a quite hopeful voice—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-175"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-175.jpg (98K)" src="images/14-175.jpg" height="588" width="686"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Now am I persuaded that if your Majesty will but tax your memory yet a +little further, it will resolve the puzzle of the Great Seal—a loss +which was of moment yesterday, although of none to-day, since its term of +service ended with our late lord's life. May it please your Grace to make +the trial?"</p> + +<p>Tom was at sea—a Great Seal was something which he was totally +unacquainted with. After a moment's hesitation he looked up innocently +and asked—</p> + +<p>"What was it like, my lord?"</p> + +<p>The Earl started, almost imperceptibly, muttering to himself, "Alack, his +wits are flown again!—it was ill wisdom to lead him on to strain +them"—then he deftly turned the talk to other matters, with the purpose of +sweeping the unlucky seal out of Tom's thoughts—a purpose which easily +succeeded.</p> + + + + +<br> +<br> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p3.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p5.htm">Next Part</a> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/old/orig1837-h/p5.htm b/old/orig1837-h/p5.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..41c727c --- /dev/null +++ b/old/orig1837-h/p5.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1299 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER, By Mark Twain, Part 5.</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {background:#faebd7; margin:10%; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97% } + .figleft {float: left;} + .figright {float: right;} + .toc { margin-left: 15%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + // --> +</style> + +</head> +<body> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p4.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p6.htm">Next Part</a> +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<center> +<h1>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER</h1> +<br><br> +<h2>by Mark Twain +<br><br><br><br>Part Five +</h2> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (148K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1018" width="948"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece1.jpg (135K)" src="images/frontispiece1.jpg" height="1067" width="745"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (123K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="939" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (62K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1083" width="815"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="greatseal.jpg (68K)" src="images/greatseal.jpg" height="438" width="711"> +<br>The Great Seal +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (21K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="420" width="663"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="inscription.jpg (16K)" src="images/inscription.jpg" height="219" width="601"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote> +<b> +I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his +father, which latter had it of HIS father, this last having in like +manner had it of HIS father—and so on, back and still back, three +hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so +preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + +XV. </td><td><a href="#c15">Tom as King.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XVI. </td><td><a href="#c16">The state dinner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XVII. </td><td><a href="#c17">Foo-foo the First.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#15-177">TOM AS KING</a><br><br> +<a href="#15-181">"TOM HAD WANDERED TO A WINDOW"</a><br><br> +<a href="#15-183">"TOM SCANNED THE PRISONERS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#15-187">"LET THE PRISONER GO FREE!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#15-188">"WHAT IS IT THAT THESE HAVE DONE?"</a><br><br> +<a href="#15-190">"NODDED THEIR RECOGNITION"</a><br><br> +<a href="#16-193">THE STATE DINNER</a><br><br> +<a href="#16-196">"A GENTLEMAN BEARING A ROD"</a><br><br> +<a href="#16-197">"THE CHANCELLOR BETWEEN TWO"</a><br><br> +<a href="#16-198">"I THANK YOU MY GOOD PEOPLE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#16-199">"IN THE MIDST OF HIS PAGEANT"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-201">FOO-FOO THE FIRST</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-205">"RUFFIAN FOLLOWED THEIR STEPS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-206">"HE SEIZED A BILLET OF WOOD"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-207">"HE WAS SOON ABSORBED IN THINKING"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-208">"A GRIM AND UNSIGHTLY PICTURE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-210">"THEY ROARED OUT A ROLLICKING DITTY"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-212">"WHILST THE FLAMES LICKED UPWARDS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-213">"THEY WERE WHIPPED AT THE CART'S TAIL"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-215">"THOU SHALT NOT"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-216">"KNOCKING HOBBS DOWN"</a><br><br> +<a href="#17-218">"THRONE HIM"</a><br><br> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c15"></a> +<a name="15-177"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-177.jpg (56K)" src="images/15-177.jpg" height="369" width="668"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XV. Tom as King.</p> + +<p>The next day the foreign ambassadors came, with their gorgeous trains; +and Tom, throned in awful state, received them. The splendours of the +scene delighted his eye and fired his imagination at first, but the +audience was long and dreary, and so were most of the +addresses—wherefore, what began as a pleasure grew into weariness and home-sickness +by-and-by. Tom said the words which Hertford put into his mouth from +time to time, and tried hard to acquit himself satisfactorily, but he was +too new to such things, and too ill at ease to accomplish more than a +tolerable success. He looked sufficiently like a king, but he was ill +able to feel like one. He was cordially glad when the ceremony was +ended.</p> + +<p>The larger part of his day was 'wasted'—as he termed it, in his own +mind—in labours pertaining to his royal office. Even the two hours +devoted to certain princely pastimes and recreations were rather a burden +to him than otherwise, they were so fettered by restrictions and +ceremonious observances. However, he had a private hour with his +whipping-boy which he counted clear gain, since he got both entertainment +and needful information out of it.</p> + +<p>The third day of Tom Canty's kingship came and went much as the others +had done, but there was a lifting of his cloud in one way—he felt less +uncomfortable than at first; he was getting a little used to his +circumstances and surroundings; his chains still galled, but not all the +time; he found that the presence and homage of the great afflicted and +embarrassed him less and less sharply with every hour that drifted over +his head.</p> + +<p>But for one single dread, he could have seen the fourth day approach +without serious distress—the dining in public; it was to begin that day. +There were greater matters in the programme—for on that day he would +have to preside at a council which would take his views and commands +concerning the policy to be pursued toward various foreign nations +scattered far and near over the great globe; on that day, too, Hertford +would be formally chosen to the grand office of Lord Protector; other +things of note were appointed for that fourth day, also; but to Tom they +were all insignificant compared with the ordeal of dining all by himself +with a multitude of curious eyes fastened upon him and a multitude of +mouths whispering comments upon his performance,—and upon his mistakes, +if he should be so unlucky as to make any.</p> + +<p>Still, nothing could stop that fourth day, and so it came. It found poor +Tom low-spirited and absent-minded, and this mood continued; he could not +shake it off. The ordinary duties of the morning dragged upon his hands, +and wearied him. Once more he felt the sense of captivity heavy upon +him.</p> + +<p>Late in the forenoon he was in a large audience-chamber, conversing with +the Earl of Hertford and dully awaiting the striking of the hour +appointed for a visit of ceremony from a considerable number of great +officials and courtiers.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-181"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-181.jpg (53K)" src="images/15-181.jpg" height="659" width="297"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>After a little while, Tom, who had wandered to a window and become +interested in the life and movement of the great highway beyond the +palace gates—and not idly interested, but longing with all his heart to +take part in person in its stir and freedom—saw the van of a hooting and +shouting mob of disorderly men, women, and children of the lowest and +poorest degree approaching from up the road.</p> + +<p>"I would I knew what 'tis about!" he exclaimed, with all a boy's +curiosity in such happenings.</p> + +<p>"Thou art the King!" solemnly responded the Earl, with a reverence. +"Have I your Grace's leave to act?"</p> + +<p>"O blithely, yes! O gladly, yes!" exclaimed Tom excitedly, adding to +himself with a lively sense of satisfaction, "In truth, being a king is +not all dreariness—it hath its compensations and conveniences."</p> + +<p>The Earl called a page, and sent him to the captain of the guard with the +order—</p> + +<p>"Let the mob be halted, and inquiry made concerning the occasion of its +movement. By the King's command!"</p> + +<p>A few seconds later a long rank of the royal guards, cased in flashing +steel, filed out at the gates and formed across the highway in front of +the multitude. A messenger returned, to report that the crowd were +following a man, a woman, and a young girl to execution for crimes +committed against the peace and dignity of the realm.</p> + +<p>Death—and a violent death—for these poor unfortunates! The thought +wrung Tom's heart-strings. The spirit of compassion took control of him, +to the exclusion of all other considerations; he never thought of the +offended laws, or of the grief or loss which these three criminals had +inflicted upon their victims; he could think of nothing but the scaffold +and the grisly fate hanging over the heads of the condemned. His concern +made him even forget, for the moment, that he was but the false shadow of +a king, not the substance; and before he knew it he had blurted out the +command—</p> + +<p>"Bring them here!"</p> + +<p>Then he blushed scarlet, and a sort of apology sprung to his lips; but +observing that his order had wrought no sort of surprise in the Earl or +the waiting page, he suppressed the words he was about to utter. The +page, in the most matter-of-course way, made a profound obeisance and +retired backwards out of the room to deliver the command. Tom +experienced a glow of pride and a renewed sense of the compensating +advantages of the kingly office. He said to himself, "Truly it is like +what I was used to feel when I read the old priest's tales, and did +imagine mine own self a prince, giving law and command to all, saying 'Do +this, do that,' whilst none durst offer let or hindrance to my will."</p> + +<p>Now the doors swung open; one high-sounding title after another was +announced, the personages owning them followed, and the place was quickly +half-filled with noble folk and finery. But Tom was hardly conscious of +the presence of these people, so wrought up was he and so intensely +absorbed in that other and more interesting matter. He seated himself +absently in his chair of state, and turned his eyes upon the door with +manifestations of impatient expectancy; seeing which, the company forbore +to trouble him, and fell to chatting a mixture of public business and +court gossip one with another.</p> + +<p>In a little while the measured tread of military men was heard +approaching, and the culprits entered the presence in charge of an +under-sheriff and escorted by a detail of the king's guard. The civil officer +knelt before Tom, then stood aside; the three doomed persons knelt, also, +and remained so; the guard took position behind Tom's chair. Tom scanned +the prisoners curiously. Something about the dress or appearance of the +man had stirred a vague memory in him. "Methinks I have seen this man +ere now . . . but the when or the where fail me."—Such was Tom's thought. +Just then the man glanced quickly up and quickly dropped his face again, +not being able to endure the awful port of sovereignty; but the one full +glimpse of the face which Tom got was sufficient. He said to himself: +"Now is the matter clear; this is the stranger that plucked Giles Witt +out of the Thames, and saved his life, that windy, bitter, first day of +the New Year—a brave good deed—pity he hath been doing baser ones and +got himself in this sad case . . . I have not forgot the day, neither the +hour; by reason that an hour after, upon the stroke of eleven, I did get +a hiding by the hand of Gammer Canty which was of so goodly and admired +severity that all that went before or followed after it were but +fondlings and caresses by comparison."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-183"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-183.jpg (176K)" src="images/15-183.jpg" height="1034" width="720"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Tom now ordered that the woman and the girl be removed from the presence +for a little time; then addressed himself to the under-sheriff, saying—</p> + +<p>"Good sir, what is this man's offence?"</p> + +<p>The officer knelt, and answered—</p> + +<p>"So please your Majesty, he hath taken the life of a subject by poison."</p> + +<p>Tom's compassion for the prisoner, and admiration of him as the daring +rescuer of a drowning boy, experienced a most damaging shock.</p> + +<p>"The thing was proven upon him?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Most clearly, sire."</p> + +<p>Tom sighed, and said—</p> + +<p>"Take him away—he hath earned his death. 'Tis a pity, for he was a +brave heart—na—na, I mean he hath the LOOK of it!"</p> + +<p>The prisoner clasped his hands together with sudden energy, and wrung +them despairingly, at the same time appealing imploringly to the 'King' +in broken and terrified phrases—</p> + +<p>"O my lord the King, an' thou canst pity the lost, have pity upon me! I +am innocent—neither hath that wherewith I am charged been more than but +lamely proved—yet I speak not of that; the judgment is gone forth +against me and may not suffer alteration; yet in mine extremity I beg a +boon, for my doom is more than I can bear. A grace, a grace, my lord the +King! in thy royal compassion grant my prayer—give commandment that I be +hanged!"</p> + +<p>Tom was amazed. This was not the outcome he had looked for.</p> + +<p>"Odds my life, a strange BOON! Was it not the fate intended thee?"</p> + +<p>"O good my liege, not so! It is ordered that I be BOILED ALIVE!"</p> + +<p>The hideous surprise of these words almost made Tom spring from his +chair. As soon as he could recover his wits he cried out—</p> + +<p>"Have thy wish, poor soul! an' thou had poisoned a hundred men thou +shouldst not suffer so miserable a death."</p> + +<p>The prisoner bowed his face to the ground and burst into passionate +expressions of gratitude—ending with—</p> + +<p>"If ever thou shouldst know misfortune—which God forefend!—may thy +goodness to me this day be remembered and requited!"</p> + +<p>Tom turned to the Earl of Hertford, and said—</p> + +<p>"My lord, is it believable that there was warrant for this man's +ferocious doom?"</p> + +<p>"It is the law, your Grace—for poisoners. In Germany coiners be boiled +to death in OIL—not cast in of a sudden, but by a rope let down into the +oil by degrees, and slowly; first the feet, then the legs, then—"</p> + +<p>"O prithee no more, my lord, I cannot bear it!" cried Tom, covering his +eyes with his hands to shut out the picture. "I beseech your good +lordship that order be taken to change this law—oh, let no more poor +creatures be visited with its tortures."</p> + +<p>The Earl's face showed profound gratification, for he was a man of +merciful and generous impulses—a thing not very common with his class in +that fierce age. He said—</p> + +<p>"These your Grace's noble words have sealed its doom. History will +remember it to the honour of your royal house."</p> + +<p>The under-sheriff was about to remove his prisoner; Tom gave him a sign +to wait; then he said—</p> + +<p>"Good sir, I would look into this matter further. The man has said his +deed was but lamely proved. Tell me what thou knowest."</p> + +<p>"If the King's grace please, it did appear upon the trial that this man +entered into a house in the hamlet of Islington where one lay sick—three +witnesses say it was at ten of the clock in the morning, and two say it +was some minutes later—the sick man being alone at the time, and +sleeping—and presently the man came forth again and went his way. The +sick man died within the hour, being torn with spasms and retchings."</p> + +<p>"Did any see the poison given? Was poison found?"</p> + +<p>"Marry, no, my liege."</p> + +<p>"Then how doth one know there was poison given at all?"</p> + +<p>"Please your Majesty, the doctors testified that none die with such +symptoms but by poison."</p> + +<p>Weighty evidence, this, in that simple age. Tom recognised its +formidable nature, and said—</p> + +<p>"The doctor knoweth his trade—belike they were right. The matter hath +an ill-look for this poor man."</p> + +<p>"Yet was not this all, your Majesty; there is more and worse. Many +testified that a witch, since gone from the village, none know whither, +did foretell, and speak it privately in their ears, that the sick man +WOULD DIE BY POISON—and more, that a stranger would give it—a stranger +with brown hair and clothed in a worn and common garb; and surely this +prisoner doth answer woundily to the bill. Please your Majesty to give +the circumstance that solemn weight which is its due, seeing it was +FORETOLD."</p> + +<p>This was an argument of tremendous force in that superstitious day. Tom +felt that the thing was settled; if evidence was worth anything, this +poor fellow's guilt was proved. Still he offered the prisoner a chance, +saying—</p> + +<p>"If thou canst say aught in thy behalf, speak."</p> + +<p>"Nought that will avail, my King. I am innocent, yet cannot I make it +appear. I have no friends, else might I show that I was not in Islington +that day; so also might I show that at that hour they name I was above a +league away, seeing I was at Wapping Old Stairs; yea more, my King, for I +could show, that whilst they say I was TAKING life, I was SAVING it. A +drowning boy—"</p> + +<p>"Peace! Sheriff, name the day the deed was done!"</p> + +<p>"At ten in the morning, or some minutes later, the first day of the New +Year, most illustrious—"</p> + +<p>"Let the prisoner go free—it is the King's will!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-187"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-187.jpg (170K)" src="images/15-187.jpg" height="1041" width="725"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Another blush followed this unregal outburst, and he covered his +indecorum as well as he could by adding—</p> + +<p>"It enrageth me that a man should be hanged upon such idle, hare-brained +evidence!"</p> + +<p>A low buzz of admiration swept through the assemblage. It was not +admiration of the decree that had been delivered by Tom, for the +propriety or expediency of pardoning a convicted poisoner was a thing +which few there would have felt justified in either admitting or +admiring—no, the admiration was for the intelligence and spirit which +Tom had displayed. Some of the low-voiced remarks were to this effect—</p> + +<p>"This is no mad king—he hath his wits sound."</p> + +<p>"How sanely he put his questions—how like his former natural self was +this abrupt imperious disposal of the matter!"</p> + +<p>"God be thanked, his infirmity is spent! This is no weakling, but a +king. He hath borne himself like to his own father."</p> + +<p>The air being filled with applause, Tom's ear necessarily caught a little +of it. The effect which this had upon him was to put him greatly at his +ease, and also to charge his system with very gratifying sensations.</p> + +<p>However, his juvenile curiosity soon rose superior to these pleasant +thoughts and feelings; he was eager to know what sort of deadly mischief +the woman and the little girl could have been about; so, by his command, +the two terrified and sobbing creatures were brought before him.</p> + +<p>"What is it that these have done?" he inquired of the sheriff.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-188"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-188.jpg (27K)" src="images/15-188.jpg" height="320" width="361"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Please your Majesty, a black crime is charged upon them, and clearly +proven; wherefore the judges have decreed, according to the law, that +they be hanged. They sold themselves to the devil—such is their crime."</p> + +<p>Tom shuddered. He had been taught to abhor people who did this wicked +thing. Still, he was not going to deny himself the pleasure of feeding +his curiosity for all that; so he asked—</p> + +<p>"Where was this done?—and when?"</p> + +<p>"On a midnight in December, in a ruined church, your Majesty."</p> + +<p>Tom shuddered again.</p> + +<p>"Who was there present?"</p> + +<p>"Only these two, your grace—and THAT OTHER."</p> + +<p>"Have these confessed?"</p> + +<p>"Nay, not so, sire—they do deny it."</p> + +<p>"Then prithee, how was it known?"</p> + +<p>"Certain witness did see them wending thither, good your Majesty; this +bred the suspicion, and dire effects have since confirmed and justified +it. In particular, it is in evidence that through the wicked power so +obtained, they did invoke and bring about a storm that wasted all the +region round about. Above forty witnesses have proved the storm; and +sooth one might have had a thousand, for all had reason to remember it, +sith all had suffered by it."</p> + +<p>"Certes this is a serious matter." Tom turned this dark piece of +scoundrelism over in his mind a while, then asked—</p> + +<p>"Suffered the woman also by the storm?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-190"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-190.jpg (69K)" src="images/15-190.jpg" height="363" width="728"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Several old heads among the assemblage nodded their recognition of the +wisdom of this question. The sheriff, however, saw nothing consequential +in the inquiry; he answered, with simple directness—</p> + +<p>"Indeed did she, your Majesty, and most righteously, as all aver. Her +habitation was swept away, and herself and child left shelterless."</p> + +<p>"Methinks the power to do herself so ill a turn was dearly bought. She +had been cheated, had she paid but a farthing for it; that she paid her +soul, and her child's, argueth that she is mad; if she is mad she knoweth +not what she doth, therefore sinneth not."</p> + +<p>The elderly heads nodded recognition of Tom's wisdom once more, and one +individual murmured, "An' the King be mad himself, according to report, +then is it a madness of a sort that would improve the sanity of some I +wot of, if by the gentle providence of God they could but catch it."</p> + +<p>"What age hath the child?" asked Tom.</p> + +<p>"Nine years, please your Majesty."</p> + +<p>"By the law of England may a child enter into covenant and sell itself, +my lord?" asked Tom, turning to a learned judge.</p> + +<p>"The law doth not permit a child to make or meddle in any weighty matter, +good my liege, holding that its callow wit unfitteth it to cope with the +riper wit and evil schemings of them that are its elders. The DEVIL may +buy a child, if he so choose, and the child agree thereto, but not an +Englishman—in this latter case the contract would be null and void."</p> + +<p>"It seemeth a rude unchristian thing, and ill contrived, that English law +denieth privileges to Englishmen to waste them on the devil!" cried Tom, +with honest heat.</p> + +<p>This novel view of the matter excited many smiles, and was stored away in +many heads to be repeated about the Court as evidence of Tom's +originality as well as progress toward mental health.</p> + +<p>The elder culprit had ceased from sobbing, and was hanging upon Tom's +words with an excited interest and a growing hope. Tom noticed this, and +it strongly inclined his sympathies toward her in her perilous and +unfriended situation. Presently he asked—</p> + +<p>"How wrought they to bring the storm?"</p> + +<p>"BY PULLING OFF THEIR STOCKINGS, sire."</p> + +<p>This astonished Tom, and also fired his curiosity to fever heat. He said, +eagerly—</p> + +<p>"It is wonderful! Hath it always this dread effect?"</p> + +<p>"Always, my liege—at least if the woman desire it, and utter the needful +words, either in her mind or with her tongue."</p> + +<p>Tom turned to the woman, and said with impetuous zeal—</p> + +<p>"Exert thy power—I would see a storm!"</p> + +<p>There was a sudden paling of cheeks in the superstitious assemblage, and +a general, though unexpressed, desire to get out of the place—all of +which was lost upon Tom, who was dead to everything but the proposed +cataclysm. Seeing a puzzled and astonished look in the woman's face, he +added, excitedly—</p> + +<p>"Never fear—thou shalt be blameless. More—thou shalt go free—none +shall touch thee. Exert thy power."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lord the King, I have it not—I have been falsely accused."</p> + +<p>"Thy fears stay thee. Be of good heart, thou shalt suffer no harm. Make +a storm—it mattereth not how small a one—I require nought great or +harmful, but indeed prefer the opposite—do this and thy life is +spared—thou shalt go out free, with thy child, bearing the King's pardon, and +safe from hurt or malice from any in the realm."</p> + +<p>The woman prostrated herself, and protested, with tears, that she had no +power to do the miracle, else she would gladly win her child's life +alone, and be content to lose her own, if by obedience to the King's +command so precious a grace might be acquired.</p> + +<p>Tom urged—the woman still adhered to her declarations. Finally he said—</p> + +<p>"I think the woman hath said true. An' MY mother were in her place and +gifted with the devil's functions, she had not stayed a moment to call +her storms and lay the whole land in ruins, if the saving of my forfeit +life were the price she got! It is argument that other mothers are made +in like mould. Thou art free, goodwife—thou and thy child—for I do +think thee innocent. NOW thou'st nought to fear, being pardoned—pull +off thy stockings!—an' thou canst make me a storm, thou shalt be rich!"</p> + +<p>The redeemed creature was loud in her gratitude, and proceeded to obey, +whilst Tom looked on with eager expectancy, a little marred by +apprehension; the courtiers at the same time manifesting decided +discomfort and uneasiness. The woman stripped her own feet and her +little girl's also, and plainly did her best to reward the King's +generosity with an earthquake, but it was all a failure and a +disappointment. Tom sighed, and said—</p> + +<p>"There, good soul, trouble thyself no further, thy power is departed out +of thee. Go thy way in peace; and if it return to thee at any time, +forget me not, but fetch me a storm." {13}</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c16"></a> +<a name="16-193"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-193.jpg (42K)" src="images/16-193.jpg" height="400" width="610"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XVI. The State Dinner.</p> + +<p>The dinner hour drew near—yet strangely enough, the thought brought but +slight discomfort to Tom, and hardly any terror. The morning's +experiences had wonderfully built up his confidence; the poor little +ash-cat was already more wonted to his strange garret, after four days' +habit, than a mature person could have become in a full month. A child's +facility in accommodating itself to circumstances was never more +strikingly illustrated.</p> + +<p>Let us privileged ones hurry to the great banqueting-room and have a +glance at matters there whilst Tom is being made ready for the imposing +occasion. It is a spacious apartment, with gilded pillars and pilasters, +and pictured walls and ceilings. At the door stand tall guards, as rigid +as statues, dressed in rich and picturesque costumes, and bearing +halberds. In a high gallery which runs all around the place is a band of +musicians and a packed company of citizens of both sexes, in brilliant +attire. In the centre of the room, upon a raised platform, is Tom's +table. Now let the ancient chronicler speak:</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-196"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-196.jpg (65K)" src="images/16-196.jpg" height="608" width="505"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"A gentleman enters the room bearing a rod, and along with him another +bearing a tablecloth, which, after they have both kneeled three times +with the utmost veneration, he spreads upon the table, and after kneeling +again they both retire; then come two others, one with the rod again, the +other with a salt-cellar, a plate, and bread; when they have kneeled as +the others had done, and placed what was brought upon the table, they too +retire with the same ceremonies performed by the first; at last come two +nobles, richly clothed, one bearing a tasting-knife, who, after +prostrating themselves three times in the most graceful manner, approach +and rub the table with bread and salt, with as much awe as if the King +had been present." {6}</p> + +<p>So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing corridors we +hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinct cry, "Place for the King! Way for +the King's most excellent majesty!" These sounds are momently +repeated—they grow nearer and nearer—and presently, almost in our faces, the +martial note peals and the cry rings out, "Way for the King!" At this +instant the shining pageant appears, and files in at the door, with a +measured march. Let the chronicler speak again:—</p> + +<p>"First come Gentlemen, Barons, Earls, Knights of the Garter, all richly +dressed and bareheaded; next comes the Chancellor, between two, one of +which carries the royal sceptre, the other the Sword of State in a red +scabbard, studded with golden fleurs-de-lis, the point upwards; next +comes the King himself—whom, upon his appearing, twelve trumpets and +many drums salute with a great burst of welcome, whilst all in the +galleries rise in their places, crying 'God save the King!' After him +come nobles attached to his person, and on his right and left march his +guard of honour, his fifty Gentlemen Pensioners, with gilt battle-axes."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-197"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-197.jpg (183K)" src="images/16-197.jpg" height="1007" width="735"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>This was all fine and pleasant. Tom's pulse beat high, and a glad light +was in his eye. He bore himself right gracefully, and all the more so +because he was not thinking of how he was doing it, his mind being +charmed and occupied with the blithe sights and sounds about him—and +besides, nobody can be very ungraceful in nicely-fitting beautiful +clothes after he has grown a little used to them—especially if he is for +the moment unconscious of them. Tom remembered his instructions, and +acknowledged his greeting with a slight inclination of his plumed head, +and a courteous "I thank ye, my good people."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-198"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-198.jpg (43K)" src="images/16-198.jpg" height="438" width="372"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>He seated himself at table, without removing his cap; and did it without +the least embarrassment; for to eat with one's cap on was the one +solitary royal custom upon which the kings and the Cantys met upon common +ground, neither party having any advantage over the other in the matter +of old familiarity with it. The pageant broke up and grouped itself +picturesquely, and remained bareheaded.</p> + +<p>Now to the sound of gay music the Yeomen of the Guard entered,—"the +tallest and mightiest men in England, they being carefully selected in +this regard"—but we will let the chronicler tell about it:—</p> + +<p>"The Yeomen of the Guard entered, bareheaded, clothed in scarlet, with +golden roses upon their backs; and these went and came, bringing in each +turn a course of dishes, served in plate. These dishes were received by +a gentleman in the same order they were brought, and placed upon the +table, while the taster gave to each guard a mouthful to eat of the +particular dish he had brought, for fear of any poison."</p> + +<p>Tom made a good dinner, notwithstanding he was conscious that hundreds of +eyes followed each morsel to his mouth and watched him eat it with an +interest which could not have been more intense if it had been a deadly +explosive and was expected to blow him up and scatter him all about the +place. He was careful not to hurry, and equally careful not to do +anything whatever for himself, but wait till the proper official knelt +down and did it for him. He got through without a mistake—flawless and +precious triumph.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-199"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-199.jpg (99K)" src="images/16-199.jpg" height="586" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>When the meal was over at last and he marched away in the midst of his +bright pageant, with the happy noises in his ears of blaring bugles, +rolling drums, and thundering acclamations, he felt that if he had seen +the worst of dining in public it was an ordeal which he would be glad to +endure several times a day if by that means he could but buy himself free +from some of the more formidable requirements of his royal office.</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c17"></a> +<a name="17-201"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-201.jpg (70K)" src="images/17-201.jpg" height="497" width="717"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XVII. Foo-foo the First.</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon hurried along toward the Southwark end of the bridge, +keeping a sharp look-out for the persons he sought, and hoping and +expecting to overtake them presently. He was disappointed in this, +however. By asking questions, he was enabled to track them part of the +way through Southwark; then all traces ceased, and he was perplexed as to +how to proceed. Still, he continued his efforts as best he could during +the rest of the day. Nightfall found him leg-weary, half-famished, and +his desire as far from accomplishment as ever; so he supped at the Tabard +Inn and went to bed, resolved to make an early start in the morning, and +give the town an exhaustive search. As he lay thinking and planning, he +presently began to reason thus: The boy would escape from the ruffian, +his reputed father, if possible; would he go back to London and seek his +former haunts? No, he would not do that, he would avoid recapture. +What, then, would he do? Never having had a friend in the world, or a +protector, until he met Miles Hendon, he would naturally try to find that +friend again, provided the effort did not require him to go toward London +and danger. He would strike for Hendon Hall, that is what he would do, +for he knew Hendon was homeward bound and there he might expect to find +him. Yes, the case was plain to Hendon—he must lose no more time in +Southwark, but move at once through Kent, toward Monk's Holm, searching +the wood and inquiring as he went. Let us return to the vanished little +King now.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-205"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-205.jpg (159K)" src="images/17-205.jpg" height="1018" width="742"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The ruffian whom the waiter at the inn on the bridge saw 'about to join' +the youth and the King did not exactly join them, but fell in close +behind them and followed their steps. He said nothing. His left arm was +in a sling, and he wore a large green patch over his left eye; he limped +slightly, and used an oaken staff as a support. The youth led the King a +crooked course through Southwark, and by-and-by struck into the high road +beyond. The King was irritated, now, and said he would stop here—it was +Hendon's place to come to him, not his to go to Hendon. He would not +endure such insolence; he would stop where he was. The youth said—</p> + +<p>"Thou'lt tarry here, and thy friend lying wounded in the wood yonder? So +be it, then."</p> + +<p>The King's manner changed at once. He cried out—</p> + +<p>"Wounded? And who hath dared to do it? But that is apart; lead on, lead +on! Faster, sirrah! Art shod with lead? Wounded, is he? Now though +the doer of it be a duke's son he shall rue it!"</p> + +<p>It was some distance to the wood, but the space was speedily traversed. +The youth looked about him, discovered a bough sticking in the ground, +with a small bit of rag tied to it, then led the way into the forest, +watching for similar boughs and finding them at intervals; they were +evidently guides to the point he was aiming at. By-and-by an open place +was reached, where were the charred remains of a farm-house, and near +them a barn which was falling to ruin and decay. There was no sign of +life anywhere, and utter silence prevailed. The youth entered the barn, +the King following eagerly upon his heels. No one there! The King shot a +surprised and suspicious glance at the youth, and asked—</p> + +<p>"Where is he?"</p> + +<p>A mocking laugh was his answer. The King was in a rage in a moment; he +seized a billet of wood and was in the act of charging upon the youth +when another mocking laugh fell upon his ear. It was from the lame +ruffian who had been following at a distance. The King turned and said +angrily—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-206"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-206.jpg (110K)" src="images/17-206.jpg" height="650" width="593"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Who art thou? What is thy business here?"</p> + +<p>"Leave thy foolery," said the man, "and quiet thyself. My disguise is +none so good that thou canst pretend thou knowest not thy father through +it."</p> + +<p>"Thou art not my father. I know thee not. I am the King. If thou hast +hid my servant, find him for me, or thou shalt sup sorrow for what thou +hast done."</p> + +<p>John Canty replied, in a stern and measured voice—</p> + +<p>"It is plain thou art mad, and I am loath to punish thee; but if thou +provoke me, I must. Thy prating doth no harm here, where there are no +ears that need to mind thy follies; yet it is well to practise thy tongue +to wary speech, that it may do no hurt when our quarters change. I have +done a murder, and may not tarry at home—neither shalt thou, seeing I +need thy service. My name is changed, for wise reasons; it is +Hobbs—John Hobbs; thine is Jack—charge thy memory accordingly. Now, then, +speak. Where is thy mother? Where are thy sisters? They came not to +the place appointed—knowest thou whither they went?"</p> + +<p>The King answered sullenly—</p> + +<p>"Trouble me not with these riddles. My mother is dead; my sisters are in +the palace."</p> + +<p>The youth near by burst into a derisive laugh, and the King would have +assaulted him, but Canty—or Hobbs, as he now called himself—prevented +him, and said—</p> + +<p>"Peace, Hugo, vex him not; his mind is astray, and thy ways fret him. +Sit thee down, Jack, and quiet thyself; thou shalt have a morsel to eat, +anon."</p> + +<p>Hobbs and Hugo fell to talking together, in low voices, and the King +removed himself as far as he could from their disagreeable company. He +withdrew into the twilight of the farther end of the barn, where he found +the earthen floor bedded a foot deep with straw. He lay down here, drew +straw over himself in lieu of blankets, and was soon absorbed in +thinking. He had many griefs, but the minor ones were swept almost into +forgetfulness by the supreme one, the loss of his father. To the rest of +the world the name of Henry VIII. brought a shiver, and suggested an ogre +whose nostrils breathed destruction and whose hand dealt scourgings and +death; but to this boy the name brought only sensations of pleasure; the +figure it invoked wore a countenance that was all gentleness and +affection. He called to mind a long succession of loving passages +between his father and himself, and dwelt fondly upon them, his unstinted +tears attesting how deep and real was the grief that possessed his heart. +As the afternoon wasted away, the lad, wearied with his troubles, sank +gradually into a tranquil and healing slumber.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-207"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-207.jpg (74K)" src="images/17-207.jpg" height="380" width="714"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>After a considerable time—he could not tell how long—his senses +struggled to a half-consciousness, and as he lay with closed eyes vaguely +wondering where he was and what had been happening, he noted a murmurous +sound, the sullen beating of rain upon the roof. A snug sense of comfort +stole over him, which was rudely broken, the next moment, by a chorus of +piping cackles and coarse laughter. It startled him disagreeably, and he +unmuffled his head to see whence this interruption proceeded. A grim and +unsightly picture met his eye. A bright fire was burning in the middle +of the floor, at the other end of the barn; and around it, and lit +weirdly up by the red glare, lolled and sprawled the motliest company of +tattered gutter-scum and ruffians, of both sexes, he had ever read or +dreamed of. There were huge stalwart men, brown with exposure, +long-haired, and clothed in fantastic rags; there were middle-sized youths, of +truculent countenance, and similarly clad; there were blind mendicants, +with patched or bandaged eyes; crippled ones, with wooden legs and +crutches; diseased ones, with running sores peeping from ineffectual +wrappings; there was a villain-looking pedlar with his pack; a +knife-grinder, a tinker, and a barber-surgeon, with the implements of their +trades; some of the females were hardly-grown girls, some were at prime, +some were old and wrinkled hags, and all were loud, brazen, foul-mouthed; +and all soiled and slatternly; there were three sore-faced babies; there +were a couple of starveling curs, with strings about their necks, whose +office was to lead the blind.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-208"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-208.jpg (160K)" src="images/17-208.jpg" height="795" width="739"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The night was come, the gang had just finished feasting, an orgy was +beginning; the can of liquor was passing from mouth to mouth. A general +cry broke forth—</p> + +<p>"A song! a song from the Bat and Dick and Dot-and-go-One!"</p> + +<p>One of the blind men got up, and made ready by casting aside the patches +that sheltered his excellent eyes, and the pathetic placard which recited +the cause of his calamity. Dot-and-go-One disencumbered himself of his +timber leg and took his place, upon sound and healthy limbs, beside his +fellow-rascal; then they roared out a rollicking ditty, and were +reinforced by the whole crew, at the end of each stanza, in a rousing +chorus. By the time the last stanza was reached, the half-drunken +enthusiasm had risen to such a pitch, that everybody joined in and sang +it clear through from the beginning, producing a volume of villainous +sound that made the rafters quake. These were the inspiring words:—</p> +<center> +<p>'Bien Darkman's then, Bouse Mort and Ken,<br> +The bien Coves bings awast,<br> +On Chates to trine by Rome Coves dine<br> +For his long lib at last.<br> +Bing'd out bien Morts and toure, and toure,<br> +Bing out of the Rome vile bine,<br> +And toure the Cove that cloy'd your duds,<br> +Upon the Chates to trine.'<br><br> + +(From'The English Rogue.' London, 1665.)</p> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-210"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-210.jpg (63K)" src="images/17-210.jpg" height="671" width="384"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Conversation followed; not in the thieves' dialect of the song, for that +was only used in talk when unfriendly ears might be listening. In the +course of it, it appeared that 'John Hobbs' was not altogether a new +recruit, but had trained in the gang at some former time. His later +history was called for, and when he said he had 'accidentally' killed a +man, considerable satisfaction was expressed; when he added that the man +was a priest, he was roundly applauded, and had to take a drink with +everybody. Old acquaintances welcomed him joyously, and new ones were +proud to shake him by the hand. He was asked why he had 'tarried away so +many months.' He answered—</p> + +<p>"London is better than the country, and safer, these late years, the laws +be so bitter and so diligently enforced. An' I had not had that +accident, I had stayed there. I had resolved to stay, and never more +venture country-wards—but the accident has ended that."</p> + +<p>He inquired how many persons the gang numbered now. The 'ruffler,' or +chief, answered—</p> + +<p>"Five and twenty sturdy budges, bulks, files, clapperdogeons and +maunders, counting the dells and doxies and other morts. {7} Most are +here, the rest are wandering eastward, along the winter lay. We follow at +dawn."</p> + +<p>"I do not see the Wen among the honest folk about me. Where may he be?"</p> + +<p>"Poor lad, his diet is brimstone, now, and over hot for a delicate taste. +He was killed in a brawl, somewhere about midsummer."</p> + +<p>"I sorrow to hear that; the Wen was a capable man, and brave."</p> + +<p>"That was he, truly. Black Bess, his dell, is of us yet, but absent on +the eastward tramp; a fine lass, of nice ways and orderly conduct, none +ever seeing her drunk above four days in the seven."</p> + +<p>"She was ever strict—I remember it well—a goodly wench and worthy all +commendation. Her mother was more free and less particular; a +troublesome and ugly-tempered beldame, but furnished with a wit above the +common."</p> + +<p>"We lost her through it. Her gift of palmistry and other sorts of +fortune-telling begot for her at last a witch's name and fame. The law +roasted her to death at a slow fire. It did touch me to a sort of +tenderness to see the gallant way she met her lot—cursing and reviling +all the crowd that gaped and gazed around her, whilst the flames licked +upward toward her face and catched her thin locks and crackled about her +old gray head—cursing them! why an' thou should'st live a thousand years +thoud'st never hear so masterful a cursing. Alack, her art died with +her. There be base and weakling imitations left, but no true blasphemy."</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="17-212"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-212.jpg (44K)" src="images/17-212.jpg" height="604" width="330"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The Ruffler sighed; the listeners sighed in sympathy; a general +depression fell upon the company for a moment, for even hardened outcasts +like these are not wholly dead to sentiment, but are able to feel a +fleeting sense of loss and affliction at wide intervals and under +peculiarly favouring circumstances—as in cases like to this, for +instance, when genius and culture depart and leave no heir. However, a +deep drink all round soon restored the spirits of the mourners.</p> + +<p>"Have any others of our friends fared hardly?" asked Hobbs.</p> + +<p>"Some—yes. Particularly new comers—such as small husbandmen turned +shiftless and hungry upon the world because their farms were taken from +them to be changed to sheep ranges. They begged, and were whipped at the +cart's tail, naked from the girdle up, till the blood ran; then set in +the stocks to be pelted; they begged again, were whipped again, and +deprived of an ear; they begged a third time—poor devils, what else +could they do?—and were branded on the cheek with a red-hot iron, then +sold for slaves; they ran away, were hunted down, and hanged. 'Tis a +brief tale, and quickly told. Others of us have fared less hardly. Stand +forth, Yokel, Burns, and Hodge—show your adornments!"</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="17-213"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-213.jpg (125K)" src="images/17-213.jpg" height="632" width="706"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>These stood up and stripped away some of their rags, exposing their +backs, criss-crossed with ropy old welts left by the lash; one turned up +his hair and showed the place where a left ear had once been; another +showed a brand upon his shoulder—the letter V—and a mutilated ear; the +third said—</p> + +<p>"I am Yokel, once a farmer and prosperous, with loving wife and kids—now +am I somewhat different in estate and calling; and the wife and kids are +gone; mayhap they are in heaven, mayhap in—in the other place—but the +kindly God be thanked, they bide no more in ENGLAND! My good old +blameless mother strove to earn bread by nursing the sick; one of these +died, the doctors knew not how, so my mother was burnt for a witch, +whilst my babes looked on and wailed. English law!—up, all, with your +cups!—now all together and with a cheer!—drink to the merciful English +law that delivered HER from the English hell! Thank you, mates, one and +all. I begged, from house to house—I and the wife—bearing with us the +hungry kids—but it was crime to be hungry in England—so they stripped +us and lashed us through three towns. Drink ye all again to the merciful +English law!—for its lash drank deep of my Mary's blood and its blessed +deliverance came quick. She lies there, in the potter's field, safe from +all harms. And the kids—well, whilst the law lashed me from town to +town, they starved. Drink, lads—only a drop—a drop to the poor kids, +that never did any creature harm. I begged again—begged, for a crust, +and got the stocks and lost an ear—see, here bides the stump; I begged +again, and here is the stump of the other to keep me minded of it. And +still I begged again, and was sold for a slave—here on my cheek under +this stain, if I washed it off, ye might see the red S the branding-iron +left there! A SLAVE! Do you understand that word? An English +SLAVE!—that is he that stands before ye. I have run from my master, and when I +am found—the heavy curse of heaven fall on the law of the land that hath +commanded it!—I shall hang!" {1}</p> + +<p>A ringing voice came through the murky air—</p> + +<p>"Thou shalt NOT!—and this day the end of that law is come!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-215"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-215.jpg (87K)" src="images/17-215.jpg" height="565" width="556"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>All turned, and saw the fantastic figure of the little King approaching +hurriedly; as it emerged into the light and was clearly revealed, a +general explosion of inquiries broke out—</p> + +<p>"Who is it? WHAT is it? Who art thou, manikin?"</p> + +<p>The boy stood unconfused in the midst of all those surprised and +questioning eyes, and answered with princely dignity—</p> + +<p>"I am Edward, King of England."</p> + +<p>A wild burst of laughter followed, partly of derision and partly of +delight in the excellence of the joke. The King was stung. He said +sharply—</p> + +<p>"Ye mannerless vagrants, is this your recognition of the royal boon I +have promised?"</p> + +<p>He said more, with angry voice and excited gesture, but it was lost in a +whirlwind of laughter and mocking exclamations. 'John Hobbs' made +several attempts to make himself heard above the din, and at last +succeeded—saying—</p> + +<p>"Mates, he is my son, a dreamer, a fool, and stark mad—mind him not—he +thinketh he IS the King."</p> + +<p>"I AM the King," said Edward, turning toward him, "as thou shalt know to +thy cost, in good time. Thou hast confessed a murder—thou shalt swing +for it."</p> + +<p>"THOU'LT betray me?—THOU? An' I get my hands upon thee—"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-216"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-216.jpg (101K)" src="images/17-216.jpg" height="653" width="556"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Tut-tut!" said the burley Ruffler, interposing in time to save the King, +and emphasising this service by knocking Hobbs down with his fist, "hast +respect for neither Kings NOR Rufflers? An' thou insult my presence so +again, I'll hang thee up myself." Then he said to his Majesty, "Thou +must make no threats against thy mates, lad; and thou must guard thy +tongue from saying evil of them elsewhere. BE King, if it please thy mad +humour, but be not harmful in it. Sink the title thou hast uttered—'tis +treason; we be bad men in some few trifling ways, but none among us is so +base as to be traitor to his King; we be loving and loyal hearts, in that +regard. Note if I speak truth. Now—all together: 'Long live Edward, +King of England!'"</p> + +<p>"LONG LIVE EDWARD, KING OF ENGLAND!"</p> + +<p>The response came with such a thundergust from the motley crew that the +crazy building vibrated to the sound. The little King's face lighted +with pleasure for an instant, and he slightly inclined his head, and said +with grave simplicity—</p> + +<p>"I thank you, my good people."</p> + +<p>This unexpected result threw the company into convulsions of merriment. +When something like quiet was presently come again, the Ruffler said, +firmly, but with an accent of good nature—</p> + +<p>"Drop it, boy, 'tis not wise, nor well. Humour thy fancy, if thou must, +but choose some other title."</p> + +<p>A tinker shrieked out a suggestion—</p> + +<p>"Foo-foo the First, King of the Mooncalves!"</p> + +<p>The title 'took,' at once, every throat responded, and a roaring shout +went up, of—</p> + +<p>"Long live Foo-foo the First, King of the Mooncalves!" followed by +hootings, cat-calls, and peals of laughter.</p> + +<p>"Hale him forth, and crown him!"</p> + +<p>"Robe him!"</p> + +<p>"Sceptre him!"</p> + +<p>"Throne him!"</p> + +<p>These and twenty other cries broke out at once! and almost before the +poor little victim could draw a breath he was crowned with a tin basin, +robed in a tattered blanket, throned upon a barrel, and sceptred with the +tinker's soldering-iron. Then all flung themselves upon their knees +about him and sent up a chorus of ironical wailings, and mocking +supplications, whilst they swabbed their eyes with their soiled and +ragged sleeves and aprons—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-218"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-218.jpg (108K)" src="images/17-218.jpg" height="561" width="710"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Be gracious to us, O sweet King!"</p> + +<p>"Trample not upon thy beseeching worms, O noble Majesty!"</p> + +<p>"Pity thy slaves, and comfort them with a royal kick!"</p> + +<p>"Cheer us and warm us with thy gracious rays, O flaming sun of +sovereignty!"</p> + +<p>"Sanctify the ground with the touch of thy foot, that we may eat the dirt +and be ennobled!"</p> + +<p>"Deign to spit upon us, O Sire, that our children's children may tell of +thy princely condescension, and be proud and happy for ever!"</p> + +<p>But the humorous tinker made the 'hit' of the evening and carried off the +honours. Kneeling, he pretended to kiss the King's foot, and was +indignantly spurned; whereupon he went about begging for a rag to paste +over the place upon his face which had been touched by the foot, saying +it must be preserved from contact with the vulgar air, and that he should +make his fortune by going on the highway and exposing it to view at the +rate of a hundred shillings a sight. He made himself so killingly funny +that he was the envy and admiration of the whole mangy rabble.</p> + +<p>Tears of shame and indignation stood in the little monarch's eyes; and +the thought in his heart was, "Had I offered them a deep wrong they could +not be more cruel—yet have I proffered nought but to do them a +kindness—and it is thus they use me for it!"</p> + + + + +<br> +<br> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p4.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p6.htm">Next Part</a> +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +</body> +</html> + + diff --git a/old/orig1837-h/p6.htm b/old/orig1837-h/p6.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3d0500 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/orig1837-h/p6.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1299 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER, By Mark Twain, Part 6.</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {background:#faebd7; margin:10%; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97% } + .figleft {float: left;} + .figright {float: right;} + .toc { margin-left: 15%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + // --> +</style> + +</head> +<body> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p5.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p7.htm">Next Part</a> +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<center> +<h1>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER</h1> +<br><br> +<h2>by Mark Twain +<br><br><br><br>Part Six +</h2> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (148K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1018" width="948"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece1.jpg (135K)" src="images/frontispiece1.jpg" height="1067" width="745"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (123K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="939" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (62K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1083" width="815"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="greatseal.jpg (68K)" src="images/greatseal.jpg" height="438" width="711"> +<br>The Great Seal +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (21K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="420" width="663"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="inscription.jpg (16K)" src="images/inscription.jpg" height="219" width="601"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote> +<b> +I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his +father, which latter had it of HIS father, this last having in like +manner had it of HIS father—and so on, back and still back, three +hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so +preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + +XVIII. </td><td><a href="#c18">The Prince with the tramps.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XIX. </td><td><a href="#c19">The Prince with the peasants.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XX. </td><td><a href="#c20">The Prince and the hermit.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXI. </td><td><a href="#c21">Hendon to the rescue.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + +<a href="#18-221">THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS</a><br><br> +<a href="#18-224">"TROOP OF VAGABONDS SET FORWARD"</a><br><br> +<a href="#18-225">"THEY THREW BONES AND VEGETABLES</a><br><br> +<a href="#18-227">"WRITHE AND WALLOW IN THE DIRT"</a><br><br> +<a href="#18-228">"KING FLED IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION"</a><br><br> +<a href="#18-230">"HE STUMBLED ALONG"</a><br><br> +<a href="#18-232">"WHAT SEEMED TO BE A WARM ROPE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#18-233">"CUDDLED UP TO THE CALF"</a><br><br> +<a href="#19-235">THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS</a><br><br> +<a href="#19-239">"TOOK A GOOD SATISFYING STARE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#19-240">"MOTHER RECEIVED THE KING KINDLY"</a><br><br> +<a href="#19-242">"BROUGHT THE KING OUT OF HIS DREAMS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#19-244">"GAVE HIM A BUTCHER KNIFE TO GRIND"</a><br><br> +<a href="#20-245">THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT</a><br><br> +<a href="#20-248">"HE TURNED AND DESCRIED TWO FIGURES"</a><br><br> +<a href="#20-249">"THE KING ENTERED AND PAUSED"</a><br><br> +<a href="#20-251">"I WILL TELL YOU A SECRET"</a><br><br> +<a href="#20-253">"CHATTING PLEASANTLY ALL THE TIME"</a><br><br> +<a href="#20-255">"DREW HIS THUMB ALONG THE EDGE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#20-256">"THE NEXT MOMENT THEY WERE BOUND"</a><br><br> +<a href="#21-257">HENDON TO THE RESCUE</a><br><br> +<a href="#21-260">"SUNK UPON HIS KNEES"</a><br><br> +<a href="#21-262">"GOD MADE EVERY CREATURE BUT YOU!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#21-264">"THE FETTERED LITTLE KING"</a><br><br> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c18"></a> +<a name="18-221"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-221.jpg (75K)" src="images/18-221.jpg" height="614" width="650"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XVIII. The Prince with the tramps.</p> + +<p>The troop of vagabonds turned out at early dawn, and set forward on their +march. There was a lowering sky overhead, sloppy ground under foot, and +a winter chill in the air. All gaiety was gone from the company; some +were sullen and silent, some were irritable and petulant, none were +gentle-humoured, all were thirsty.</p> + +<p>The Ruffler put 'Jack' in Hugo's charge, with some brief instructions, +and commanded John Canty to keep away from him and let him alone; he also +warned Hugo not to be too rough with the lad.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-224"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-224.jpg (97K)" src="images/18-224.jpg" height="606" width="558"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>After a while the weather grew milder, and the clouds lifted somewhat. +The troop ceased to shiver, and their spirits began to improve. They +grew more and more cheerful, and finally began to chaff each other and +insult passengers along the highway. This showed that they were awaking +to an appreciation of life and its joys once more. The dread in which +their sort was held was apparent in the fact that everybody gave them the +road, and took their ribald insolences meekly, without venturing to talk +back. They snatched linen from the hedges, occasionally in full view of +the owners, who made no protest, but only seemed grateful that they did +not take the hedges, too.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-225"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-225.jpg (97K)" src="images/18-225.jpg" height="544" width="713"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>By-and-by they invaded a small farmhouse and made themselves at home +while the trembling farmer and his people swept the larder clean to +furnish a breakfast for them. They chucked the housewife and her +daughters under the chin whilst receiving the food from their hands, and +made coarse jests about them, accompanied with insulting epithets and +bursts of horse-laughter. They threw bones and vegetables at the farmer +and his sons, kept them dodging all the time, and applauded uproariously +when a good hit was made. They ended by buttering the head of one of the +daughters who resented some of their familiarities. When they took their +leave they threatened to come back and burn the house over the heads of +the family if any report of their doings got to the ears of the +authorities.</p> + +<p>About noon, after a long and weary tramp, the gang came to a halt behind +a hedge on the outskirts of a considerable village. An hour was allowed +for rest, then the crew scattered themselves abroad to enter the village +at different points to ply their various trades—'Jack' was sent with +Hugo. They wandered hither and thither for some time, Hugo watching for +opportunities to do a stroke of business, but finding none—so he finally +said—</p> + +<p>"I see nought to steal; it is a paltry place. Wherefore we will beg."</p> + +<p>"WE, forsooth! Follow thy trade—it befits thee. But _I_ will not beg."</p> + +<p>"Thou'lt not beg!" exclaimed Hugo, eyeing the King with surprise. +"Prithee, since when hast thou reformed?"</p> + +<p>"What dost thou mean?"</p> + +<p>"Mean? Hast thou not begged the streets of London all thy life?"</p> + +<p>"I? Thou idiot!"</p> + +<p>"Spare thy compliments—thy stock will last the longer. Thy father says +thou hast begged all thy days. Mayhap he lied. Peradventure you will +even make so bold as to SAY he lied," scoffed Hugo.</p> + +<p>"Him YOU call my father? Yes, he lied."</p> + +<p>"Come, play not thy merry game of madman so far, mate; use it for thy +amusement, not thy hurt. An' I tell him this, he will scorch thee finely +for it."</p> + +<p>"Save thyself the trouble. I will tell him."</p> + +<p>"I like thy spirit, I do in truth; but I do not admire thy judgment. +Bone-rackings and bastings be plenty enow in this life, without going out +of one's way to invite them. But a truce to these matters; _I_ believe +your father. I doubt not he can lie; I doubt not he DOTH lie, upon +occasion, for the best of us do that; but there is no occasion here. A +wise man does not waste so good a commodity as lying for nought. But +come; sith it is thy humour to give over begging, wherewithal shall we +busy ourselves? With robbing kitchens?"</p> + +<p>The King said, impatiently—</p> + +<p>"Have done with this folly—you weary me!"</p> + +<p>Hugo replied, with temper—</p> + +<p>"Now harkee, mate; you will not beg, you will not rob; so be it. But I +will tell you what you WILL do. You will play decoy whilst _I_ beg. +Refuse, an' you think you may venture!"</p> + +<p>The King was about to reply contemptuously, when Hugo said, interrupting—</p> + +<p>"Peace! Here comes one with a kindly face. Now will I fall down in a +fit. When the stranger runs to me, set you up a wail, and fall upon your +knees, seeming to weep; then cry out as all the devils of misery were in +your belly, and say, 'Oh, sir, it is my poor afflicted brother, and we be +friendless; o' God's name cast through your merciful eyes one pitiful +look upon a sick, forsaken, and most miserable wretch; bestow one little +penny out of thy riches upon one smitten of God and ready to +perish!'—and mind you, keep you ON wailing, and abate not till we bilk him of his +penny, else shall you rue it."</p> + +<p>Then immediately Hugo began to moan, and groan, and roll his eyes, and +reel and totter about; and when the stranger was close at hand, down he +sprawled before him, with a shriek, and began to writhe and wallow in the +dirt, in seeming agony.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="18-227"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-227.jpg (143K)" src="images/18-227.jpg" height="794" width="722"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"O, dear, O dear!" cried the benevolent stranger, "O poor soul, poor +soul, how he doth suffer! There—let me help thee up."</p> + +<p>"O noble sir, forbear, and God love you for a princely gentleman—but it +giveth me cruel pain to touch me when I am taken so. My brother there +will tell your worship how I am racked with anguish when these fits be +upon me. A penny, dear sir, a penny, to buy a little food; then leave me +to my sorrows."</p> + +<p>"A penny! thou shalt have three, thou hapless creature,"—and he fumbled +in his pocket with nervous haste and got them out. "There, poor lad, take +them and most welcome. Now come hither, my boy, and help me carry thy +stricken brother to yon house, where—"</p> + +<p>"I am not his brother," said the King, interrupting.</p> + +<p>"What! not his brother?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, hear him!" groaned Hugo, then privately ground his teeth. "He denies +his own brother—and he with one foot in the grave!"</p> + +<p>"Boy, thou art indeed hard of heart, if this is thy brother. For +shame!—and he scarce able to move hand or foot. If he is not thy brother, who +is he, then?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-228"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-228.jpg (137K)" src="images/18-228.jpg" height="782" width="713"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"A beggar and a thief! He has got your money and has picked your pocket +likewise. An' thou would'st do a healing miracle, lay thy staff over his +shoulders and trust Providence for the rest."</p> + +<p>But Hugo did not tarry for the miracle. In a moment he was up and off +like the wind, the gentleman following after and raising the hue and cry +lustily as he went. The King, breathing deep gratitude to Heaven for his +own release, fled in the opposite direction, and did not slacken his pace +until he was out of harm's reach. He took the first road that offered, +and soon put the village behind him. He hurried along, as briskly as he +could, during several hours, keeping a nervous watch over his shoulder +for pursuit; but his fears left him at last, and a grateful sense of +security took their place. He recognised, now, that he was hungry, and +also very tired. So he halted at a farmhouse; but when he was about to +speak, he was cut short and driven rudely away. His clothes were against +him.</p> + +<p>He wandered on, wounded and indignant, and was resolved to put himself in +the way of like treatment no more. But hunger is pride's master; so, as +the evening drew near, he made an attempt at another farmhouse; but here +he fared worse than before; for he was called hard names and was promised +arrest as a vagrant except he moved on promptly.</p> + +<p>The night came on, chilly and overcast; and still the footsore monarch +laboured slowly on. He was obliged to keep moving, for every time he sat +down to rest he was soon penetrated to the bone with the cold. All his +sensations and experiences, as he moved through the solemn gloom and the +empty vastness of the night, were new and strange to him. At intervals +he heard voices approach, pass by, and fade into silence; and as he saw +nothing more of the bodies they belonged to than a sort of formless +drifting blur, there was something spectral and uncanny about it all that +made him shudder. Occasionally he caught the twinkle of a light—always +far away, apparently—almost in another world; if he heard the tinkle of +a sheep's bell, it was vague, distant, indistinct; the muffled lowing of +the herds floated to him on the night wind in vanishing cadences, a +mournful sound; now and then came the complaining howl of a dog over +viewless expanses of field and forest; all sounds were remote; they made +the little King feel that all life and activity were far removed from +him, and that he stood solitary, companionless, in the centre of a +measureless solitude.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-230"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-230.jpg (152K)" src="images/18-230.jpg" height="848" width="697"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He stumbled along, through the gruesome fascinations of this new +experience, startled occasionally by the soft rustling of the dry leaves +overhead, so like human whispers they seemed to sound; and by-and-by he +came suddenly upon the freckled light of a tin lantern near at hand. He +stepped back into the shadows and waited. The lantern stood by the open +door of a barn. The King waited some time—there was no sound, and +nobody stirring. He got so cold, standing still, and the hospitable barn +looked so enticing, that at last he resolved to risk everything and +enter. He started swiftly and stealthily, and just as he was crossing the +threshold he heard voices behind him. He darted behind a cask, within +the barn, and stooped down. Two farm-labourers came in, bringing the +lantern with them, and fell to work, talking meanwhile. Whilst they +moved about with the light, the King made good use of his eyes and took +the bearings of what seemed to be a good-sized stall at the further end +of the place, purposing to grope his way to it when he should be left to +himself. He also noted the position of a pile of horse blankets, midway +of the route, with the intent to levy upon them for the service of the +crown of England for one night.</p> + +<p>By-and-by the men finished and went away, fastening the door behind them +and taking the lantern with them. The shivering King made for the +blankets, with as good speed as the darkness would allow; gathered them +up, and then groped his way safely to the stall. Of two of the blankets +he made a bed, then covered himself with the remaining two. He was a +glad monarch, now, though the blankets were old and thin, and not quite +warm enough; and besides gave out a pungent horsey odour that was almost +suffocatingly powerful.</p> + +<p>Although the King was hungry and chilly, he was also so tired and so +drowsy that these latter influences soon began to get the advantage of +the former, and he presently dozed off into a state of +semi-consciousness. Then, just as he was on the point of losing himself +wholly, he distinctly felt something touch him! He was broad awake in a +moment, and gasping for breath. The cold horror of that mysterious touch +in the dark almost made his heart stand still. He lay motionless, and +listened, scarcely breathing. But nothing stirred, and there was no +sound. He continued to listen, and wait, during what seemed a long time, +but still nothing stirred, and there was no sound. So he began to drop +into a drowse once more, at last; and all at once he felt that mysterious +touch again! It was a grisly thing, this light touch from this noiseless +and invisible presence; it made the boy sick with ghostly fears. What +should he do? That was the question; but he did not know how to answer +it. Should he leave these reasonably comfortable quarters and fly from +this inscrutable horror? But fly whither? He could not get out of the +barn; and the idea of scurrying blindly hither and thither in the dark, +within the captivity of the four walls, with this phantom gliding after +him, and visiting him with that soft hideous touch upon cheek or shoulder +at every turn, was intolerable. But to stay where he was, and endure +this living death all night—was that better? No. What, then, was there +left to do? Ah, there was but one course; he knew it well—he must put +out his hand and find that thing!</p> + +<p>It was easy to think this; but it was hard to brace himself up to try it. +Three times he stretched his hand a little way out into the dark, +gingerly; and snatched it suddenly back, with a gasp—not because it had +encountered anything, but because he had felt so sure it was just GOING +to. But the fourth time, he groped a little further, and his hand +lightly swept against something soft and warm. This petrified him, +nearly, with fright; his mind was in such a state that he could imagine +the thing to be nothing else than a corpse, newly dead and still warm. +He thought he would rather die than touch it again. But he thought this +false thought because he did not know the immortal strength of human +curiosity. In no long time his hand was tremblingly groping +again—against his judgment, and without his consent—but groping persistently +on, just the same. It encountered a bunch of long hair; he shuddered, +but followed up the hair and found what seemed to be a warm rope; +followed up the rope and found an innocent calf!—for the rope was not a +rope at all, but the calf's tail.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-232"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-232.jpg (88K)" src="images/18-232.jpg" height="371" width="704"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The King was cordially ashamed of himself for having gotten all that +fright and misery out of so paltry a matter as a slumbering calf; but he +need not have felt so about it, for it was not the calf that frightened +him, but a dreadful non-existent something which the calf stood for; and +any other boy, in those old superstitious times, would have acted and +suffered just as he had done.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-233"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-233.jpg (109K)" src="images/18-233.jpg" height="575" width="708"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>The King was not only delighted to find that the creature was only a +calf, but delighted to have the calf's company; for he had been feeling +so lonesome and friendless that the company and comradeship of even this +humble animal were welcome. And he had been so buffeted, so rudely +entreated by his own kind, that it was a real comfort to him to feel that +he was at last in the society of a fellow-creature that had at least a +soft heart and a gentle spirit, whatever loftier attributes might be +lacking. So he resolved to waive rank and make friends with the calf.</p> + +<p>While stroking its sleek warm back—for it lay near him and within easy +reach—it occurred to him that this calf might be utilised in more ways +than one. Whereupon he re-arranged his bed, spreading it down close to +the calf; then he cuddled himself up to the calf's back, drew the covers +up over himself and his friend, and in a minute or two was as warm and +comfortable as he had ever been in the downy couches of the regal palace +of Westminster.</p> + +<p>Pleasant thoughts came at once; life took on a cheerfuller seeming. He +was free of the bonds of servitude and crime, free of the companionship +of base and brutal outlaws; he was warm; he was sheltered; in a word, he +was happy. The night wind was rising; it swept by in fitful gusts that +made the old barn quake and rattle, then its forces died down at +intervals, and went moaning and wailing around corners and +projections—but it was all music to the King, now that he was snug and comfortable: +let it blow and rage, let it batter and bang, let it moan and wail, he +minded it not, he only enjoyed it. He merely snuggled the closer to his +friend, in a luxury of warm contentment, and drifted blissfully out of +consciousness into a deep and dreamless sleep that was full of serenity +and peace. The distant dogs howled, the melancholy kine complained, and +the winds went on raging, whilst furious sheets of rain drove along the +roof; but the Majesty of England slept on, undisturbed, and the calf did +the same, it being a simple creature, and not easily troubled by storms +or embarrassed by sleeping with a king.</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c19"></a> +<a name="19-235"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="19-235.jpg (57K)" src="images/19-235.jpg" height="559" width="505"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XIX. The Prince with the peasants.</p> + +<p>When the King awoke in the early morning, he found that a wet but +thoughtful rat had crept into the place during the night and made a cosy +bed for itself in his bosom. Being disturbed now, it scampered away. +The boy smiled, and said, "Poor fool, why so fearful? I am as forlorn as +thou. 'Twould be a sham in me to hurt the helpless, who am myself so +helpless. Moreover, I owe you thanks for a good omen; for when a king +has fallen so low that the very rats do make a bed of him, it surely +meaneth that his fortunes be upon the turn, since it is plain he can no +lower go."</p> + +<p>He got up and stepped out of the stall, and just then he heard the sound +of children's voices. The barn door opened and a couple of little girls +came in. As soon as they saw him their talking and laughing ceased, and +they stopped and stood still, gazing at him with strong curiosity; they +presently began to whisper together, then they approached nearer, and +stopped again to gaze and whisper. By-and-by they gathered courage and +began to discuss him aloud. One said—</p> + +<p>"He hath a comely face."</p> + +<p>The other added—</p> + +<p>"And pretty hair."</p> + +<p>"But is ill clothed enow."</p> + +<p>"And how starved he looketh."</p> + +<p>They came still nearer, sidling shyly around and about him, examining him +minutely from all points, as if he were some strange new kind of animal, +but warily and watchfully the while, as if they half feared he might be a +sort of animal that would bite, upon occasion. Finally they halted +before him, holding each other's hands for protection, and took a good +satisfying stare with their innocent eyes; then one of them plucked up +all her courage and inquired with honest directness—</p> + +<p>"Who art thou, boy?"</p> + +<p>"I am the King," was the grave answer.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="19-239"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="19-239.jpg (71K)" src="images/19-239.jpg" height="453" width="546"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The children gave a little start, and their eyes spread themselves wide +open and remained so during a speechless half minute. Then curiosity +broke the silence—</p> + +<p>"The KING? What King?"</p> + +<p>"The King of England."</p> + +<p>The children looked at each other—then at him—then at each other +again—wonderingly, perplexedly; then one said—</p> + +<p>"Didst hear him, Margery?—he said he is the King. Can that be true?"</p> + +<p>"How can it be else but true, Prissy? Would he say a lie? For look you, +Prissy, an' it were not true, it WOULD be a lie. It surely would be. +Now think on't. For all things that be not true, be lies—thou canst +make nought else out of it."</p> + +<p>It was a good tight argument, without a leak in it anywhere; and it left +Prissy's half-doubts not a leg to stand on. She considered a moment, +then put the King upon his honour with the simple remark—</p> + +<p>"If thou art truly the King, then I believe thee."</p> + +<p>"I am truly the King."</p> + +<p>This settled the matter. His Majesty's royalty was accepted without +further question or discussion, and the two little girls began at once to +inquire into how he came to be where he was, and how he came to be so +unroyally clad, and whither he was bound, and all about his affairs. It +was a mighty relief to him to pour out his troubles where they would not +be scoffed at or doubted; so he told his tale with feeling, forgetting +even his hunger for the time; and it was received with the deepest and +tenderest sympathy by the gentle little maids. But when he got down to +his latest experiences and they learned how long he had been without +food, they cut him short and hurried him away to the farmhouse to find a +breakfast for him.</p> + +<p>The King was cheerful and happy now, and said to himself, "When I am come +to mine own again, I will always honour little children, remembering how +that these trusted me and believed in me in my time of trouble; whilst +they that were older, and thought themselves wiser, mocked at me and held +me for a liar."</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="19-240"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="19-240.jpg (103K)" src="images/19-240.jpg" height="557" width="729"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The children's mother received the King kindly, and was full of pity; for +his forlorn condition and apparently crazed intellect touched her womanly +heart. She was a widow, and rather poor; consequently she had seen +trouble enough to enable her to feel for the unfortunate. She imagined +that the demented boy had wandered away from his friends or keepers; so +she tried to find out whence he had come, in order that she might take +measures to return him; but all her references to neighbouring towns and +villages, and all her inquiries in the same line went for nothing—the +boy's face, and his answers, too, showed that the things she was talking +of were not familiar to him. He spoke earnestly and simply about court +matters, and broke down, more than once, when speaking of the late King +'his father'; but whenever the conversation changed to baser topics, he +lost interest and became silent.</p> + +<p>The woman was mightily puzzled; but she did not give up. As she +proceeded with her cooking, she set herself to contriving devices to +surprise the boy into betraying his real secret. She talked about +cattle—he showed no concern; then about sheep—the same result: so her +guess that he had been a shepherd boy was an error; she talked about +mills; and about weavers, tinkers, smiths, trades and tradesmen of all +sorts; and about Bedlam, and jails, and charitable retreats: but no +matter, she was baffled at all points. Not altogether, either; for she +argued that she had narrowed the thing down to domestic service. Yes, +she was sure she was on the right track, now; he must have been a house +servant. So she led up to that. But the result was discouraging. The +subject of sweeping appeared to weary him; fire-building failed to stir +him; scrubbing and scouring awoke no enthusiasm. The goodwife touched, +with a perishing hope, and rather as a matter of form, upon the subject +of cooking. To her surprise, and her vast delight, the King's face +lighted at once! Ah, she had hunted him down at last, she thought; and +she was right proud, too, of the devious shrewdness and tact which had +accomplished it.</p> + +<p>Her tired tongue got a chance to rest, now; for the King's, inspired by +gnawing hunger and the fragrant smells that came from the sputtering pots +and pans, turned itself loose and delivered itself up to such an eloquent +dissertation upon certain toothsome dishes, that within three minutes the +woman said to herself, "Of a truth I was right—he hath holpen in a +kitchen!" Then he broadened his bill of fare, and discussed it with such +appreciation and animation, that the goodwife said to herself, "Good +lack! how can he know so many dishes, and so fine ones withal? For these +belong only upon the tables of the rich and great. Ah, now I see! ragged +outcast as he is, he must have served in the palace before his reason +went astray; yes, he must have helped in the very kitchen of the King +himself! I will test him."</p> + +<p>Full of eagerness to prove her sagacity, she told the King to mind the +cooking a moment—hinting that he might manufacture and add a dish or +two, if he chose; then she went out of the room and gave her children a +sign to follow after. The King muttered—</p> + +<p>"Another English king had a commission like to this, in a bygone time—it +is nothing against my dignity to undertake an office which the great +Alfred stooped to assume. But I will try to better serve my trust than +he; for he let the cakes burn."</p> + +<p>The intent was good, but the performance was not answerable to it, for +this King, like the other one, soon fell into deep thinkings concerning +his vast affairs, and the same calamity resulted—the cookery got burned. +The woman returned in time to save the breakfast from entire destruction; +and she promptly brought the King out of his dreams with a brisk and +cordial tongue-lashing. Then, seeing how troubled he was over his +violated trust, she softened at once, and was all goodness and gentleness +toward him.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="19-242"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="19-242.jpg (145K)" src="images/19-242.jpg" height="793" width="726"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The boy made a hearty and satisfying meal, and was greatly refreshed and +gladdened by it. It was a meal which was distinguished by this curious +feature, that rank was waived on both sides; yet neither recipient of the +favour was aware that it had been extended. The goodwife had intended to +feed this young tramp with broken victuals in a corner, like any other +tramp or like a dog; but she was so remorseful for the scolding she had +given him, that she did what she could to atone for it by allowing him to +sit at the family table and eat with his betters, on ostensible terms of +equality with them; and the King, on his side, was so remorseful for +having broken his trust, after the family had been so kind to him, that +he forced himself to atone for it by humbling himself to the family +level, instead of requiring the woman and her children to stand and wait +upon him, while he occupied their table in the solitary state due to his +birth and dignity. It does us all good to unbend sometimes. This good +woman was made happy all the day long by the applauses which she got out +of herself for her magnanimous condescension to a tramp; and the King was +just as self-complacent over his gracious humility toward a humble +peasant woman.</p> + +<p>When breakfast was over, the housewife told the King to wash up the +dishes. This command was a staggerer, for a moment, and the King came +near rebelling; but then he said to himself, "Alfred the Great watched +the cakes; doubtless he would have washed the dishes too—therefore will +I essay it."</p> + +<p>He made a sufficiently poor job of it; and to his surprise too, for the +cleaning of wooden spoons and trenchers had seemed an easy thing to do. +It was a tedious and troublesome piece of work, but he finished it at +last. He was becoming impatient to get away on his journey now; however, +he was not to lose this thrifty dame's society so easily. She furnished +him some little odds and ends of employment, which he got through with +after a fair fashion and with some credit. Then she set him and the +little girls to paring some winter apples; but he was so awkward at this +service that she retired him from it and gave him a butcher knife to +grind. </p> + +<br><br> +<a name="19-244"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="19-244.jpg (129K)" src="images/19-244.jpg" height="842" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +Afterwards she kept him carding wool until he began to think he +had laid the good King Alfred about far enough in the shade for the +present in the matter of showy menial heroisms that would read +picturesquely in story-books and histories, and so he was half-minded to +resign. And when, just after the noonday dinner, the goodwife gave him a +basket of kittens to drown, he did resign. At least he was just going to +resign—for he felt that he must draw the line somewhere, and it seemed +to him that to draw it at kitten-drowning was about the right thing—when +there was an interruption. The interruption was John Canty—with a +peddler's pack on his back—and Hugo.</p> + +<p>The King discovered these rascals approaching the front gate before they +had had a chance to see him; so he said nothing about drawing the line, +but took up his basket of kittens and stepped quietly out the back way, +without a word. He left the creatures in an out-house, and hurried on, +into a narrow lane at the rear.</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c20"></a> +<a name="20-245"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-245.jpg (42K)" src="images/20-245.jpg" height="375" width="655"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XX. The Prince and the hermit.</p> + +<p>The high hedge hid him from the house, now; and so, under the impulse of +a deadly fright, he let out all his forces and sped toward a wood in the +distance. He never looked back until he had almost gained the shelter of +the forest; then he turned and descried two figures in the distance. +That was sufficient; he did not wait to scan them critically, but hurried +on, and never abated his pace till he was far within the twilight depths +of the wood. Then he stopped; being persuaded that he was now tolerably +safe. He listened intently, but the stillness was profound and +solemn—awful, even, and depressing to the spirits. At wide intervals his +straining ear did detect sounds, but they were so remote, and hollow, and +mysterious, that they seemed not to be real sounds, but only the moaning +and complaining ghosts of departed ones. So the sounds were yet more +dreary than the silence which they interrupted.</p> + +<p>It was his purpose, in the beginning, to stay where he was the rest of +the day; but a chill soon invaded his perspiring body, and he was at last +obliged to resume movement in order to get warm. He struck straight +through the forest, hoping to pierce to a road presently, but he was +disappointed in this. He travelled on and on; but the farther he went, +the denser the wood became, apparently. The gloom began to thicken, +by-and-by, and the King realised that the night was coming on. It made him +shudder to think of spending it in such an uncanny place; so he tried to +hurry faster, but he only made the less speed, for he could not now see +well enough to choose his steps judiciously; consequently he kept +tripping over roots and tangling himself in vines and briers.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="20-248"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-248.jpg (160K)" src="images/20-248.jpg" height="849" width="708"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>And how glad he was when at last he caught the glimmer of a light! He +approached it warily, stopping often to look about him and listen. It +came from an unglazed window-opening in a shabby little hut. He heard a +voice, now, and felt a disposition to run and hide; but he changed his +mind at once, for this voice was praying, evidently. He glided to the +one window of the hut, raised himself on tiptoe, and stole a glance +within. The room was small; its floor was the natural earth, beaten hard +by use; in a corner was a bed of rushes and a ragged blanket or two; near +it was a pail, a cup, a basin, and two or three pots and pans; there was +a short bench and a three-legged stool; on the hearth the remains of a +faggot fire were smouldering; before a shrine, which was lighted by a +single candle, knelt an aged man, and on an old wooden box at his side +lay an open book and a human skull. The man was of large, bony frame; +his hair and whiskers were very long and snowy white; he was clothed in a +robe of sheepskins which reached from his neck to his heels.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="20-249"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-249.jpg (139K)" src="images/20-249.jpg" height="839" width="762"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"A holy hermit!" said the King to himself; "now am I indeed fortunate."</p> + +<p>The hermit rose from his knees; the King knocked. A deep voice +responded—</p> + +<p>"Enter!—but leave sin behind, for the ground whereon thou shalt stand is +holy!"</p> + +<p>The King entered, and paused. The hermit turned a pair of gleaming, +unrestful eyes upon him, and said—</p> + +<p>"Who art thou?"</p> + +<p>"I am the King," came the answer, with placid simplicity.</p> + +<p>"Welcome, King!" cried the hermit, with enthusiasm. Then, bustling about +with feverish activity, and constantly saying, "Welcome, welcome," he +arranged his bench, seated the King on it, by the hearth, threw some +faggots on the fire, and finally fell to pacing the floor with a nervous +stride.</p> + +<p>"Welcome! Many have sought sanctuary here, but they were not worthy, and +were turned away. But a King who casts his crown away, and despises the +vain splendours of his office, and clothes his body in rags, to devote +his life to holiness and the mortification of the flesh—he is worthy, he +is welcome!—here shall he abide all his days till death come." The King +hastened to interrupt and explain, but the hermit paid no attention to +him—did not even hear him, apparently, but went right on with his talk, +with a raised voice and a growing energy. "And thou shalt be at peace +here. None shall find out thy refuge to disquiet thee with supplications +to return to that empty and foolish life which God hath moved thee to +abandon. Thou shalt pray here; thou shalt study the Book; thou shalt +meditate upon the follies and delusions of this world, and upon the +sublimities of the world to come; thou shalt feed upon crusts and herbs, +and scourge thy body with whips, daily, to the purifying of thy soul. +Thou shalt wear a hair shirt next thy skin; thou shalt drink water only; +and thou shalt be at peace; yes, wholly at peace; for whoso comes to seek +thee shall go his way again, baffled; he shall not find thee, he shall +not molest thee."</p> + +<p>The old man, still pacing back and forth, ceased to speak aloud, and +began to mutter. The King seized this opportunity to state his case; and +he did it with an eloquence inspired by uneasiness and apprehension. But +the hermit went on muttering, and gave no heed. And still muttering, he +approached the King and said impressively—</p> + +<p>"'Sh! I will tell you a secret!" He bent down to impart it, but checked +himself, and assumed a listening attitude. After a moment or two he went +on tiptoe to the window-opening, put his head out, and peered around in +the gloaming, then came tiptoeing back again, put his face close down to +the King's, and whispered—</p> + +<p>"I am an archangel!"</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="20-251"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-251.jpg (65K)" src="images/20-251.jpg" height="645" width="331"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The King started violently, and said to himself, "Would God I were with +the outlaws again; for lo, now am I the prisoner of a madman!" His +apprehensions were heightened, and they showed plainly in his face. In a +low excited voice the hermit continued—</p> + +<p>"I see you feel my atmosphere! There's awe in your face! None may be in +this atmosphere and not be thus affected; for it is the very atmosphere +of heaven. I go thither and return, in the twinkling of an eye. I was +made an archangel on this very spot, it is five years ago, by angels sent +from heaven to confer that awful dignity. Their presence filled this +place with an intolerable brightness. And they knelt to me, King! yes, +they knelt to me! for I was greater than they. I have walked in the +courts of heaven, and held speech with the patriarchs. Touch my hand—be +not afraid—touch it. There—now thou hast touched a hand which has been +clasped by Abraham and Isaac and Jacob! For I have walked in the golden +courts; I have seen the Deity face to face!" He paused, to give this +speech effect; then his face suddenly changed, and he started to his feet +again saying, with angry energy, "Yes, I am an archangel; A MERE +ARCHANGEL!—I that might have been pope! It is verily true. I was told +it from heaven in a dream, twenty years ago; ah, yes, I was to be +pope!—and I SHOULD have been pope, for Heaven had said it—but the King +dissolved my religious house, and I, poor obscure unfriended monk, was +cast homeless upon the world, robbed of my mighty destiny!" Here he began +to mumble again, and beat his forehead in futile rage, with his fist; now +and then articulating a venomous curse, and now and then a pathetic +"Wherefore I am nought but an archangel—I that should have been pope!"</p> + +<p>So he went on, for an hour, whilst the poor little King sat and suffered. +Then all at once the old man's frenzy departed, and he became all +gentleness. His voice softened, he came down out of his clouds, and fell +to prattling along so simply and so humanly, that he soon won the King's +heart completely. The old devotee moved the boy nearer to the fire and +made him comfortable; doctored his small bruises and abrasions with a +deft and tender hand; and then set about preparing and cooking a +supper—chatting pleasantly all the time, and occasionally stroking the lad's +cheek or patting his head, in such a gently caressing way that in a +little while all the fear and repulsion inspired by the archangel were +changed to reverence and affection for the man.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="20-253"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-253.jpg (131K)" src="images/20-253.jpg" height="756" width="730"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>This happy state of things continued while the two ate the supper; then, +after a prayer before the shrine, the hermit put the boy to bed, in a +small adjoining room, tucking him in as snugly and lovingly as a mother +might; and so, with a parting caress, left him and sat down by the fire, +and began to poke the brands about in an absent and aimless way. +Presently he paused; then tapped his forehead several times with his +fingers, as if trying to recall some thought which had escaped from his +mind. Apparently he was unsuccessful. Now he started quickly up, and +entered his guest's room, and said—</p> + +<p>"Thou art King?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," was the response, drowsily uttered.</p> + +<p>"What King?"</p> + +<p>"Of England."</p> + +<p>"Of England? Then Henry is gone!"</p> + +<p>"Alack, it is so. I am his son."</p> + +<p>A black frown settled down upon the hermit's face, and he clenched his +bony hands with a vindictive energy. He stood a few moments, breathing +fast and swallowing repeatedly, then said in a husky voice—</p> + +<p>"Dost know it was he that turned us out into the world houseless and +homeless?"</p> + +<p>There was no response. The old man bent down and scanned the boy's +reposeful face and listened to his placid breathing. "He sleeps—sleeps +soundly;" and the frown vanished away and gave place to an expression of +evil satisfaction. A smile flitted across the dreaming boy's features. +The hermit muttered, "So—his heart is happy;" and he turned away. He +went stealthily about the place, seeking here and there for something; +now and then halting to listen, now and then jerking his head around and +casting a quick glance toward the bed; and always muttering, always +mumbling to himself. At last he found what he seemed to want—a rusty +old butcher knife and a whetstone. Then he crept to his place by the +fire, sat himself down, and began to whet the knife softly on the stone, +still muttering, mumbling, ejaculating. The winds sighed around the +lonely place, the mysterious voices of the night floated by out of the +distances. The shining eyes of venturesome mice and rats peered out at +the old man from cracks and coverts, but he went on with his work, rapt, +absorbed, and noted none of these things.</p> + +<p>At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and +nodded his head with satisfaction. "It grows sharper," he said; "yes, it +grows sharper."</p> + +<p>He took no note of the flight of time, but worked tranquilly on, +entertaining himself with his thoughts, which broke out occasionally in +articulate speech—</p> + +<p>"His father wrought us evil, he destroyed us—and is gone down into the +eternal fires! Yes, down into the eternal fires! He escaped us—but it +was God's will, yes it was God's will, we must not repine. But he hath +not escaped the fires! No, he hath not escaped the fires, the consuming, +unpitying, remorseless fires—and THEY are everlasting!"</p> + +<p>And so he wrought, and still wrought—mumbling, chuckling a low rasping +chuckle at times—and at times breaking again into words—</p> + +<p>"It was his father that did it all. I am but an archangel; but for him I +should be pope!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="20-255"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-255.jpg (128K)" src="images/20-255.jpg" height="755" width="719"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>The King stirred. The hermit sprang noiselessly to the bedside, and went +down upon his knees, bending over the prostrate form with his knife +uplifted. The boy stirred again; his eyes came open for an instant, but +there was no speculation in them, they saw nothing; the next moment his +tranquil breathing showed that his sleep was sound once more.</p> + +<p>The hermit watched and listened, for a time, keeping his position and +scarcely breathing; then he slowly lowered his arms, and presently crept +away, saying,—</p> + +<p>"It is long past midnight; it is not best that he should cry out, lest by +accident someone be passing."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="20-256"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-256.jpg (69K)" src="images/20-256.jpg" height="464" width="734"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>He glided about his hovel, gathering a rag here, a thong there, and +another one yonder; then he returned, and by careful and gentle handling +he managed to tie the King's ankles together without waking him. Next he +essayed to tie the wrists; he made several attempts to cross them, but +the boy always drew one hand or the other away, just as the cord was +ready to be applied; but at last, when the archangel was almost ready to +despair, the boy crossed his hands himself, and the next moment they were +bound. Now a bandage was passed under the sleeper's chin and brought up +over his head and tied fast—and so softly, so gradually, and so deftly +were the knots drawn together and compacted, that the boy slept +peacefully through it all without stirring.</p> + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c21"></a> +<a name="21-257"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-257.jpg (51K)" src="images/21-257.jpg" height="386" width="651"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XXI. Hendon to the rescue.</p> + +<p>The old man glided away, stooping, stealthy, cat-like, and brought the +low bench. He seated himself upon it, half his body in the dim and +flickering light, and the other half in shadow; and so, with his craving +eyes bent upon the slumbering boy, he kept his patient vigil there, +heedless of the drift of time, and softly whetted his knife, and mumbled +and chuckled; and in aspect and attitude he resembled nothing so much as +a grizzly, monstrous spider, gloating over some hapless insect that lay +bound and helpless in his web.</p> + +<p>After a long while, the old man, who was still gazing,—yet not seeing, +his mind having settled into a dreamy abstraction,—observed, on a +sudden, that the boy's eyes were open! wide open and staring!—staring up +in frozen horror at the knife. The smile of a gratified devil crept over +the old man's face, and he said, without changing his attitude or his +occupation—</p> + +<p>"Son of Henry the Eighth, hast thou prayed?"</p> + +<p>The boy struggled helplessly in his bonds, and at the same time forced a +smothered sound through his closed jaws, which the hermit chose to +interpret as an affirmative answer to his question.</p> + +<p>"Then pray again. Pray the prayer for the dying!"</p> + +<p>A shudder shook the boy's frame, and his face blenched. Then he +struggled again to free himself—turning and twisting himself this way +and that; tugging frantically, fiercely, desperately—but uselessly—to +burst his fetters; and all the while the old ogre smiled down upon him, +and nodded his head, and placidly whetted his knife; mumbling, from time +to time, "The moments are precious, they are few and precious—pray the +prayer for the dying!"</p> + +<p>The boy uttered a despairing groan, and ceased from his struggles, +panting. The tears came, then, and trickled, one after the other, down +his face; but this piteous sight wrought no softening effect upon the +savage old man.</p> + +<p>The dawn was coming now; the hermit observed it, and spoke up sharply, +with a touch of nervous apprehension in his voice—</p> + +<p>"I may not indulge this ecstasy longer! The night is already gone. It +seems but a moment—only a moment; would it had endured a year! Seed of +the Church's spoiler, close thy perishing eyes, an' thou fearest to look +upon—"</p> + +<p>The rest was lost in inarticulate mutterings. The old man sank upon his +knees, his knife in his hand, and bent himself over the moaning boy.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-260"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-260.jpg (111K)" src="images/21-260.jpg" height="669" width="727"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Hark! There was a sound of voices near the cabin—the knife dropped from +the hermit's hand; he cast a sheepskin over the boy and started up, +trembling. The sounds increased, and presently the voices became rough +and angry; then came blows, and cries for help; then a clatter of swift +footsteps, retreating. Immediately came a succession of thundering +knocks upon the cabin door, followed by—</p> + +<p>"Hullo-o-o! Open! And despatch, in the name of all the devils!"</p> + +<p>Oh, this was the blessedest sound that had ever made music in the King's +ears; for it was Miles Hendon's voice!</p> + +<p>The hermit, grinding his teeth in impotent rage, moved swiftly out of the +bedchamber, closing the door behind him; and straightway the King heard a +talk, to this effect, proceeding from the 'chapel':—</p> + +<p>"Homage and greeting, reverend sir! Where is the boy—MY boy?"</p> + +<p>"What boy, friend?"</p> + +<p>"What boy! Lie me no lies, sir priest, play me no deceptions!—I am not +in the humour for it. Near to this place I caught the scoundrels who I +judged did steal him from me, and I made them confess; they said he was +at large again, and they had tracked him to your door. They showed me +his very footprints. Now palter no more; for look you, holy sir, an' +thou produce him not—Where is the boy?"</p> + +<p>"O good sir, peradventure you mean the ragged regal vagrant that tarried +here the night. If such as you take an interest in such as he, know, +then, that I have sent him of an errand. He will be back anon."</p> + +<p>"How soon? How soon? Come, waste not the time—cannot I overtake him? +How soon will he be back?"</p> + +<p>"Thou need'st not stir; he will return quickly."</p> + +<p>"So be it, then. I will try to wait. But stop!—YOU sent him of an +errand?—you! Verily this is a lie—he would not go. He would pull thy +old beard, an' thou didst offer him such an insolence. Thou hast lied, +friend; thou hast surely lied! He would not go for thee, nor for any +man."</p> + +<p>"For any MAN—no; haply not. But I am not a man."</p> + +<p>"WHAT! Now o' God's name what art thou, then?"</p> + +<p>"It is a secret—mark thou reveal it not. I am an archangel!"</p> + +<p>There was a tremendous ejaculation from Miles Hendon—not altogether +unprofane—followed by—</p> + +<p>"This doth well and truly account for his complaisance! Right well I +knew he would budge nor hand nor foot in the menial service of any +mortal; but, lord, even a king must obey when an archangel gives the word +o' command! Let me—'sh! What noise was that?"</p> + +<p>All this while the little King had been yonder, alternately quaking with +terror and trembling with hope; and all the while, too, he had thrown all +the strength he could into his anguished moanings, constantly expecting +them to reach Hendon's ear, but always realising, with bitterness, that +they failed, or at least made no impression. So this last remark of his +servant came as comes a reviving breath from fresh fields to the dying; +and he exerted himself once more, and with all his energy, just as the +hermit was saying—</p> + +<p>"Noise? I heard only the wind."</p> + +<p>"Mayhap it was. Yes, doubtless that was it. I have been hearing it +faintly all the—there it is again! It is not the wind! What an odd +sound! Come, we will hunt it out!"</p> + +<p>Now the King's joy was nearly insupportable. His tired lungs did their +utmost—and hopefully, too—but the sealed jaws and the muffling +sheepskin sadly crippled the effort. Then the poor fellow's heart sank, +to hear the hermit say—</p> + +<p>"Ah, it came from without—I think from the copse yonder. Come, I will +lead the way."</p> + +<p>The King heard the two pass out, talking; heard their footsteps die +quickly away—then he was alone with a boding, brooding, awful silence.</p> + +<p>It seemed an age till he heard the steps and voices approaching +again—and this time he heard an added sound,—the trampling of hoofs, +apparently. Then he heard Hendon say—</p> + +<p>"I will not wait longer. I CANNOT wait longer. He has lost his way in +this thick wood. Which direction took he? Quick—point it out to me."</p> + +<p>"He—but wait; I will go with thee."</p> + +<p>"Good—good! Why, truly thou art better than thy looks. Marry I do not +think there's not another archangel with so right a heart as thine. Wilt +ride? Wilt take the wee donkey that's for my boy, or wilt thou fork thy +holy legs over this ill-conditioned slave of a mule that I have provided +for myself?—and had been cheated in too, had he cost but the indifferent +sum of a month's usury on a brass farthing let to a tinker out of work."</p> + +<p>"No—ride thy mule, and lead thine ass; I am surer on mine own feet, and +will walk."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-262"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-262.jpg (97K)" src="images/21-262.jpg" height="562" width="728"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Then prithee mind the little beast for me while I take my life in my +hands and make what success I may toward mounting the big one."</p> + +<p>Then followed a confusion of kicks, cuffs, tramplings and plungings, +accompanied by a thunderous intermingling of volleyed curses, and finally +a bitter apostrophe to the mule, which must have broken its spirit, for +hostilities seemed to cease from that moment.</p> + +<p>With unutterable misery the fettered little King heard the voices and +footsteps fade away and die out. All hope forsook him, now, for the +moment, and a dull despair settled down upon his heart. "My only friend +is deceived and got rid of," he said; "the hermit will return and—" He +finished with a gasp; and at once fell to struggling so frantically with +his bonds again, that he shook off the smothering sheepskin.</p> + +<p>And now he heard the door open! The sound chilled him to the +marrow—already he seemed to feel the knife at his throat. Horror made him close +his eyes; horror made him open them again—and before him stood John +Canty and Hugo!</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-264"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-264.jpg (96K)" src="images/21-264.jpg" height="560" width="728"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He would have said "Thank God!" if his jaws had been free.</p> + +<p>A moment or two later his limbs were at liberty, and his captors, each +gripping him by an arm, were hurrying him with all speed through the +forest.</p> + + + +<br> +<br> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p5.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p7.htm">Next Part</a> +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +</body> +</html> diff --git a/old/orig1837-h/p7.htm b/old/orig1837-h/p7.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b73c3c --- /dev/null +++ b/old/orig1837-h/p7.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1263 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER, By Mark Twain, Part 7.</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {background:#faebd7; margin:10%; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97% } + .figleft {float: left;} + .figright {float: right;} + .toc { margin-left: 15%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + // --> +</style> + +</head> +<body> + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p6.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td><td> + <a href="p8.htm">Next Part</a> +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<center> +<h1>THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER</h1> +<br><br> +<h2>by Mark Twain +<br><br><br><br>Part Seven +</h2> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (148K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1018" width="948"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece1.jpg (135K)" src="images/frontispiece1.jpg" height="1067" width="745"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (123K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="939" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (62K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1083" width="815"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="greatseal.jpg (68K)" src="images/greatseal.jpg" height="438" width="711"> +<br>The Great Seal +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (21K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="420" width="663"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="inscription.jpg (16K)" src="images/inscription.jpg" height="219" width="601"> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<br><br> +<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote> +<b> +I will set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his +father, which latter had it of HIS father, this last having in like +manner had it of HIS father—and so on, back and still back, three +hundred years and more, the fathers transmitting it to the sons and so +preserving it. It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +XXII. </td><td><a href="#c22">A victim of treachery.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXIII. </td><td><a href="#c23">The Prince a prisoner.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXIV. </td><td><a href="#c24">The escape.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXV. </td><td><a href="#c25">Hendon Hall.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXVI. </td><td><a href="#c26">Disowned.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#22-267">A VICTIM OF TREACHERY</a><br><br> +<a href="#22-270">"HUGO STOOD NO CHANCE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#22-272">"BOUND THE POULTICE TIGHT AND FAST"</a><br><br> +<a href="#22-274">"TARRY HERE TILL I COME AGAIN</a><br><br> +<a href="#22-276">"KING SPRANG TO HIS DELIVERER'S SIDE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#23-279">THE PRINCE A PRISONER</a><br><br> +<a href="#23-282">"GENTLY, GOOD FRIEND"</a><br><br> +<a href="#23-284">"SHE SPRANG TO HER FEET"</a><br><br> +<a href="#24-287">THE ESCAPE</a><br><br> +<a href="#24-290">"THE PIG MAY COST THY NECK, MAN"</a><br><br> +<a href="#24-292">"BEAR ME UP, BEAR ME UP, SWEET SIR!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#25-293">HENDON HALL</a><br><br> +<a href="#25-296">"JOGGING EASTWARD ON SORRY STEEDS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#25-297">"THERE IS THE VILLAGE, MY PRINCE!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#25-299">"'EMBRACE ME, HUGH,' HE CRIED"</a><br><br> +<a href="#25-301">"HUGH PUT UP HIS HAND IN DISSENT"</a><br><br> +<a href="#25-303">"A BEAUTIFUL LADY, RICHLY CLOTHED"</a><br><br> +<a href="#25-305">"HUGH WAS PINNED TO THE WALL"</a><br><br> +<a href="#26-307">DISOWNED</a><br><br> +<a href="#26-310">"OBEY, AND HAVE NO FEAR"</a><br><br> +<a href="#26-313">"AM I MILES HENDON?"</a><br><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c22"></a> +<a name="22-267"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-267.jpg (44K)" src="images/22-267.jpg" height="370" width="692"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XXII. A victim of treachery.</p> + +<p>Once more 'King Foo-foo the First' was roving with the tramps and +outlaws, a butt for their coarse jests and dull-witted railleries, and +sometimes the victim of small spitefulness at the hands of Canty and Hugo +when the Ruffler's back was turned. None but Canty and Hugo really +disliked him. Some of the others liked him, and all admired his pluck +and spirit. During two or three days, Hugo, in whose ward and charge the +King was, did what he covertly could to make the boy uncomfortable; and +at night, during the customary orgies, he amused the company by putting +small indignities upon him—always as if by accident. Twice he stepped +upon the King's toes—accidentally—and the King, as became his royalty, +was contemptuously unconscious of it and indifferent to it; but the third +time Hugo entertained himself in that way, the King felled him to the +ground with a cudgel, to the prodigious delight of the tribe. Hugo, +consumed with anger and shame, sprang up, seized a cudgel, and came at +his small adversary in a fury. Instantly a ring was formed around the +gladiators, and the betting and cheering began. +</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-270"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-270.jpg (85K)" src="images/22-270.jpg" height="597" width="461"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p> +But poor Hugo stood no +chance whatever. His frantic and lubberly 'prentice-work found but a +poor market for itself when pitted against an arm which had been trained +by the first masters of Europe in single-stick, quarter-staff, and every +art and trick of swordsmanship. The little King stood, alert but at +graceful ease, and caught and turned aside the thick rain of blows with a +facility and precision which set the motley on-lookers wild with +admiration; and every now and then, when his practised eye detected an +opening, and a lightning-swift rap upon Hugo's head followed as a result, +the storm of cheers and laughter that swept the place was something +wonderful to hear. At the end of fifteen minutes, Hugo, all battered, +bruised, and the target for a pitiless bombardment of ridicule, slunk +from the field; and the unscathed hero of the fight was seized and borne +aloft upon the shoulders of the joyous rabble to the place of honour +beside the Ruffler, where with vast ceremony he was crowned King of the +Game-Cocks; his meaner title being at the same time solemnly cancelled +and annulled, and a decree of banishment from the gang pronounced against +any who should thenceforth utter it.</p> + +<p>All attempts to make the King serviceable to the troop had failed. He had +stubbornly refused to act; moreover, he was always trying to escape. He +had been thrust into an unwatched kitchen, the first day of his return; +he not only came forth empty-handed, but tried to rouse the housemates. +He was sent out with a tinker to help him at his work; he would not work; +moreover, he threatened the tinker with his own soldering-iron; and +finally both Hugo and the tinker found their hands full with the mere +matter of keeping his from getting away. He delivered the thunders of +his royalty upon the heads of all who hampered his liberties or tried to +force him to service. He was sent out, in Hugo's charge, in company with +a slatternly woman and a diseased baby, to beg; but the result was not +encouraging—he declined to plead for the mendicants, or be a party to +their cause in any way.</p> + +<p>Thus several days went by; and the miseries of this tramping life, and +the weariness and sordidness and meanness and vulgarity of it, became +gradually and steadily so intolerable to the captive that he began at +last to feel that his release from the hermit's knife must prove only a +temporary respite from death, at best.</p> + +<p>But at night, in his dreams, these things were forgotten, and he was on +his throne, and master again. This, of course, intensified the +sufferings of the awakening—so the mortifications of each succeeding +morning of the few that passed between his return to bondage and the +combat with Hugo, grew bitterer and bitterer, and harder and harder to +bear.</p> + +<p>The morning after that combat, Hugo got up with a heart filled with +vengeful purposes against the King. He had two plans, in particular. +One was to inflict upon the lad what would be, to his proud spirit and +'imagined' royalty, a peculiar humiliation; and if he failed to +accomplish this, his other plan was to put a crime of some kind upon the +King, and then betray him into the implacable clutches of the law.</p> + +<p>In pursuance of the first plan, he purposed to put a 'clime' upon the +King's leg; rightly judging that that would mortify him to the last and +perfect degree; and as soon as the clime should operate, he meant to get +Canty's help, and FORCE the King to expose his leg in the highway and beg +for alms. 'Clime' was the cant term for a sore, artificially created. +To make a clime, the operator made a paste or poultice of unslaked lime, +soap, and the rust of old iron, and spread it upon a piece of leather, +which was then bound tightly upon the leg. This would presently fret off +the skin, and make the flesh raw and angry-looking; blood was then rubbed +upon the limb, which, being fully dried, took on a dark and repulsive +colour. Then a bandage of soiled rags was put on in a cleverly careless +way which would allow the hideous ulcer to be seen, and move the +compassion of the passer-by. {8}</p> + +<p>Hugo got the help of the tinker whom the King had cowed with the +soldering-iron; they took the boy out on a tinkering tramp, and as soon +as they were out of sight of the camp they threw him down and the tinker +held him while Hugo bound the poultice tight and fast upon his leg.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-272"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-272.jpg (139K)" src="images/22-272.jpg" height="699" width="711"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The King raged and stormed, and promised to hang the two the moment the +sceptre was in his hand again; but they kept a firm grip upon him and +enjoyed his impotent struggling and jeered at his threats. This +continued until the poultice began to bite; and in no long time its work +would have been perfected, if there had been no interruption. But there +was; for about this time the 'slave' who had made the speech denouncing +England's laws, appeared on the scene, and put an end to the enterprise, +and stripped off the poultice and bandage.</p> + +<p>The King wanted to borrow his deliverer's cudgel and warm the jackets of +the two rascals on the spot; but the man said no, it would bring +trouble—leave the matter till night; the whole tribe being together, then, the +outside world would not venture to interfere or interrupt. He marched +the party back to camp and reported the affair to the Ruffler, who +listened, pondered, and then decided that the King should not be again +detailed to beg, since it was plain he was worthy of something higher and +better—wherefore, on the spot he promoted him from the mendicant rank +and appointed him to steal!</p> + +<p>Hugo was overjoyed. He had already tried to make the King steal, and +failed; but there would be no more trouble of that sort, now, for of +course the King would not dream of defying a distinct command delivered +directly from head-quarters. So he planned a raid for that very +afternoon, purposing to get the King in the law's grip in the course of +it; and to do it, too, with such ingenious strategy, that it should seem +to be accidental and unintentional; for the King of the Game-Cocks was +popular now, and the gang might not deal over-gently with an unpopular +member who played so serious a treachery upon him as the delivering him +over to the common enemy, the law.</p> + +<p>Very well. All in good time Hugo strolled off to a neighbouring village +with his prey; and the two drifted slowly up and down one street after +another, the one watching sharply for a sure chance to achieve his evil +purpose, and the other watching as sharply for a chance to dart away and +get free of his infamous captivity for ever.</p> + +<p>Both threw away some tolerably fair-looking opportunities; for both, in +their secret hearts, were resolved to make absolutely sure work this +time, and neither meant to allow his fevered desires to seduce him into +any venture that had much uncertainty about it.</p> + +<p>Hugo's chance came first. For at last a woman approached who carried a +fat package of some sort in a basket. Hugo's eyes sparkled with sinful +pleasure as he said to himself, "Breath o' my life, an' I can but put +THAT upon him, 'tis good-den and God keep thee, King of the Game-Cocks!" +He waited and watched—outwardly patient, but inwardly consuming with +excitement—till the woman had passed by, and the time was ripe; then +said, in a low voice—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-274"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-274.jpg (135K)" src="images/22-274.jpg" height="729" width="734"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Tarry here till I come again," and darted stealthily after the prey.</p> + +<p>The King's heart was filled with joy—he could make his escape, now, if +Hugo's quest only carried him far enough away.</p> + +<p>But he was to have no such luck. Hugo crept behind the woman, snatched +the package, and came running back, wrapping it in an old piece of +blanket which he carried on his arm. The hue and cry was raised in a +moment, by the woman, who knew her loss by the lightening of her burden, +although she had not seen the pilfering done. Hugo thrust the bundle +into the King's hands without halting, saying—</p> + +<p>"Now speed ye after me with the rest, and cry 'Stop thief!' but mind ye +lead them astray!"</p> + +<p>The next moment Hugo turned a corner and darted down a crooked alley—and +in another moment or two he lounged into view again, looking innocent and +indifferent, and took up a position behind a post to watch results.</p> + +<p>The insulted King threw the bundle on the ground; and the blanket fell +away from it just as the woman arrived, with an augmenting crowd at her +heels; she seized the King's wrist with one hand, snatched up her bundle +with the other, and began to pour out a tirade of abuse upon the boy +while he struggled, without success, to free himself from her grip.</p> + +<p>Hugo had seen enough—his enemy was captured and the law would get him, +now—so he slipped away, jubilant and chuckling, and wended campwards, +framing a judicious version of the matter to give to the Ruffler's crew +as he strode along.</p> + +<p>The King continued to struggle in the woman's strong grasp, and now and +then cried out in vexation—</p> + +<p>"Unhand me, thou foolish creature; it was not I that bereaved thee of thy +paltry goods."</p> + +<p>The crowd closed around, threatening the King and calling him names; a +brawny blacksmith in leather apron, and sleeves rolled to his elbows, +made a reach for him, saying he would trounce him well, for a lesson; but +just then a long sword flashed in the air and fell with convincing force +upon the man's arm, flat side down, the fantastic owner of it remarking +pleasantly, at the same time—</p> + +<p>"Marry, good souls, let us proceed gently, not with ill blood and +uncharitable words. This is matter for the law's consideration, not +private and unofficial handling. Loose thy hold from the boy, goodwife."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-276"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-276.jpg (140K)" src="images/22-276.jpg" height="677" width="746"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The blacksmith averaged the stalwart soldier with a glance, then went +muttering away, rubbing his arm; the woman released the boy's wrist +reluctantly; the crowd eyed the stranger unlovingly, but prudently closed +their mouths. The King sprang to his deliverer's side, with flushed +cheeks and sparkling eyes, exclaiming—</p> + +<p>"Thou hast lagged sorely, but thou comest in good season, now, Sir Miles; +carve me this rabble to rags!"</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c23"></a> +<a name="23-279"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="23-279.jpg (41K)" src="images/23-279.jpg" height="335" width="697"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XXIII. The Prince a prisoner.</p> + +<p>Hendon forced back a smile, and bent down and whispered in the King's +ear—</p> + +<p>"Softly, softly, my prince, wag thy tongue warily—nay, suffer it not to +wag at all. Trust in me—all shall go well in the end." Then he added to +himself: "SIR Miles! Bless me, I had totally forgot I was a knight! +Lord, how marvellous a thing it is, the grip his memory doth take upon +his quaint and crazy fancies! . . . An empty and foolish title is mine, +and yet it is something to have deserved it; for I think it is more +honour to be held worthy to be a spectre-knight in his Kingdom of Dreams +and Shadows, than to be held base enough to be an earl in some of the +REAL kingdoms of this world."</p> + +<p>The crowd fell apart to admit a constable, who approached and was about +to lay his hand upon the King's shoulder, when Hendon said—</p> + +<p>"Gently, good friend, withhold your hand—he shall go peaceably; I am +responsible for that. Lead on, we will follow."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="23-282"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="23-282.jpg (90K)" src="images/23-282.jpg" height="680" width="488"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The officer led, with the woman and her bundle; Miles and the King +followed after, with the crowd at their heels. The King was inclined to +rebel; but Hendon said to him in a low voice—</p> + +<p>"Reflect, Sire—your laws are the wholesome breath of your own royalty; +shall their source resist them, yet require the branches to respect them? +Apparently one of these laws has been broken; when the King is on his +throne again, can it ever grieve him to remember that when he was +seemingly a private person he loyally sank the king in the citizen and +submitted to its authority?"</p> + +<p>"Thou art right; say no more; thou shalt see that whatsoever the King of +England requires a subject to suffer, under the law, he will himself +suffer while he holdeth the station of a subject."</p> + +<p>When the woman was called upon to testify before the justice of the +peace, she swore that the small prisoner at the bar was the person who +had committed the theft; there was none able to show the contrary, so the +King stood convicted. The bundle was now unrolled, and when the contents +proved to be a plump little dressed pig, the judge looked troubled, +whilst Hendon turned pale, and his body was thrilled with an electric +shiver of dismay; but the King remained unmoved, protected by his +ignorance. The judge meditated, during an ominous pause, then turned to +the woman, with the question—</p> + +<p>"What dost thou hold this property to be worth?"</p> + +<p>The woman courtesied and replied—</p> + +<p>"Three shillings and eightpence, your worship—I could not abate a penny +and set forth the value honestly."</p> + +<p>The justice glanced around uncomfortably upon the crowd, then nodded to +the constable, and said—</p> + +<p>"Clear the court and close the doors."</p> + +<p>It was done. None remained but the two officials, the accused, the +accuser, and Miles Hendon. This latter was rigid and colourless, and on +his forehead big drops of cold sweat gathered, broke and blended +together, and trickled down his face. The judge turned to the woman +again, and said, in a compassionate voice—</p> + +<p>"'Tis a poor ignorant lad, and mayhap was driven hard by hunger, for +these be grievous times for the unfortunate; mark you, he hath not an +evil face—but when hunger driveth—Good woman! dost know that when one +steals a thing above the value of thirteenpence ha'penny the law saith he +shall HANG for it?"</p> + +<p>The little King started, wide-eyed with consternation, but controlled +himself and held his peace; but not so the woman. She sprang to her +feet, shaking with fright, and cried out—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="23-284"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="23-284.jpg (143K)" src="images/23-284.jpg" height="785" width="718"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Oh, good lack, what have I done! God-a-mercy, I would not hang the poor +thing for the whole world! Ah, save me from this, your worship—what +shall I do, what CAN I do?"</p> + +<p>The justice maintained his judicial composure, and simply said—</p> + +<p>"Doubtless it is allowable to revise the value, since it is not yet writ +upon the record."</p> + +<p>"Then in God's name call the pig eightpence, and heaven bless the day +that freed my conscience of this awesome thing!"</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon forgot all decorum in his delight; and surprised the King +and wounded his dignity, by throwing his arms around him and hugging him. +The woman made her grateful adieux and started away with her pig; and +when the constable opened the door for her, he followed her out into the +narrow hall. The justice proceeded to write in his record book. Hendon, +always alert, thought he would like to know why the officer followed the +woman out; so he slipped softly into the dusky hall and listened. He +heard a conversation to this effect—</p> + +<p>"It is a fat pig, and promises good eating; I will buy it of thee; here +is the eightpence."</p> + +<p>"Eightpence, indeed! Thou'lt do no such thing. It cost me three +shillings and eightpence, good honest coin of the last reign, that old +Harry that's just dead ne'er touched or tampered with. A fig for thy +eightpence!"</p> + +<p>"Stands the wind in that quarter? Thou wast under oath, and so swore +falsely when thou saidst the value was but eightpence. Come straightway +back with me before his worship, and answer for the crime!—and then the +lad will hang."</p> + +<p>"There, there, dear heart, say no more, I am content. Give me the +eightpence, and hold thy peace about the matter."</p> + +<p>The woman went off crying: Hendon slipped back into the court room, and +the constable presently followed, after hiding his prize in some +convenient place. The justice wrote a while longer, then read the King a +wise and kindly lecture, and sentenced him to a short imprisonment in the +common jail, to be followed by a public flogging. The astounded King +opened his mouth, and was probably going to order the good judge to be +beheaded on the spot; but he caught a warning sign from Hendon, and +succeeded in closing his mouth again before he lost anything out of it. +Hendon took him by the hand, now, made reverence to the justice, and the +two departed in the wake of the constable toward the jail. The moment +the street was reached, the inflamed monarch halted, snatched away his +hand, and exclaimed—</p> + +<p>"Idiot, dost imagine I will enter a common jail ALIVE?"</p> + +<p>Hendon bent down and said, somewhat sharply—</p> + +<p>"WILL you trust in me? Peace! and forbear to worsen our chances with +dangerous speech. What God wills, will happen; thou canst not hurry it, +thou canst not alter it; therefore wait, and be patient—'twill be time +enow to rail or rejoice when what is to happen has happened." {1}</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c24"></a> +<a name="24-287"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="24-287.jpg (51K)" src="images/24-287.jpg" height="376" width="745"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XXIV. The escape.</p> + +<p>The short winter day was nearly ended. The streets were deserted, save +for a few random stragglers, and these hurried straight along, with the +intent look of people who were only anxious to accomplish their errands +as quickly as possible, and then snugly house themselves from the rising +wind and the gathering twilight. They looked neither to the right nor to +the left; they paid no attention to our party, they did not even seem to +see them. Edward the Sixth wondered if the spectacle of a king on his way +to jail had ever encountered such marvellous indifference before. +By-and-by the constable arrived at a deserted market-square, and proceeded to +cross it. When he had reached the middle of it, Hendon laid his hand +upon his arm, and said in a low voice—</p> + +<p>"Bide a moment, good sir, there is none in hearing, and I would say a +word to thee."</p> + +<p>"My duty forbids it, sir; prithee hinder me not, the night comes on."</p> + +<p>"Stay, nevertheless, for the matter concerns thee nearly. Turn thy back +a moment and seem not to see: LET THIS POOR LAD ESCAPE."</p> + +<p>"This to me, sir! I arrest thee in—"</p> + +<p>"Nay, be not too hasty. See thou be careful and commit no foolish +error,"—then he shut his voice down to a whisper, and said in the man's +ear—"the pig thou hast purchased for eightpence may cost thee thy neck, +man!"</p> + +<p>The poor constable, taken by surprise, was speechless, at first, then +found his tongue and fell to blustering and threatening; but Hendon was +tranquil, and waited with patience till his breath was spent; then said—</p> + +<p>"I have a liking to thee, friend, and would not willingly see thee come +to harm. Observe, I heard it all—every word. I will prove it to thee." +Then he repeated the conversation which the officer and the woman had had +together in the hall, word for word, and ended with—</p> + +<p>"There—have I set it forth correctly? Should not I be able to set it +forth correctly before the judge, if occasion required?"</p> + +<p>The man was dumb with fear and distress, for a moment; then he rallied, +and said with forced lightness—</p> + +<p>"'Tis making a mighty matter, indeed, out of a jest; I but plagued the +woman for mine amusement."</p> + +<p>"Kept you the woman's pig for amusement?"</p> + +<p>The man answered sharply—</p> + +<p>"Nought else, good sir—I tell thee 'twas but a jest."</p> + +<p>"I do begin to believe thee," said Hendon, with a perplexing mixture of +mockery and half-conviction in his tone; "but tarry thou here a moment +whilst I run and ask his worship—for nathless, he being a man +experienced in law, in jests, in—"</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="24-290"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="24-290.jpg (55K)" src="images/24-290.jpg" height="479" width="469"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He was moving away, still talking; the constable hesitated, fidgeted, +spat out an oath or two, then cried out—</p> + +<p>"Hold, hold, good sir—prithee wait a little—the judge! Why, man, he +hath no more sympathy with a jest than hath a dead corpse!—come, and we +will speak further. Ods body! I seem to be in evil case—and all for an +innocent and thoughtless pleasantry. I am a man of family; and my wife +and little ones—List to reason, good your worship: what wouldst thou +of me?"</p> + +<p>"Only that thou be blind and dumb and paralytic whilst one may count a +hundred thousand—counting slowly," said Hendon, with the expression of a +man who asks but a reasonable favour, and that a very little one.</p> + +<p>"It is my destruction!" said the constable despairingly. "Ah, be +reasonable, good sir; only look at this matter, on all its sides, and see +how mere a jest it is—how manifestly and how plainly it is so. And even +if one granted it were not a jest, it is a fault so small that e'en the +grimmest penalty it could call forth would be but a rebuke and warning +from the judge's lips."</p> + +<p>Hendon replied with a solemnity which chilled the air about him—</p> + +<p>"This jest of thine hath a name, in law,—wot you what it is?"</p> + +<p>"I knew it not! Peradventure I have been unwise. I never dreamed it had +a name—ah, sweet heaven, I thought it was original."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it hath a name. In the law this crime is called Non compos mentis +lex talionis sic transit gloria mundi."</p> + +<p>"Ah, my God!"</p> + +<p>"And the penalty is death!"</p> + +<p>"God be merciful to me a sinner!"</p> + +<p>"By advantage taken of one in fault, in dire peril, and at thy mercy, +thou hast seized goods worth above thirteenpence ha'penny, paying but a +trifle for the same; and this, in the eye of the law, is constructive +barratry, misprision of treason, malfeasance in office, ad hominem +expurgatis in statu quo—and the penalty is death by the halter, without +ransom, commutation, or benefit of clergy."</p> + +<p>"Bear me up, bear me up, sweet sir, my legs do fail me! Be thou +merciful—spare me this doom, and I will turn my back and see nought that +shall happen."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="24-292"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="24-292.jpg (157K)" src="images/24-292.jpg" height="891" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"Good! now thou'rt wise and reasonable. And thou'lt restore the pig?"</p> + +<p>"I will, I will indeed—nor ever touch another, though heaven send it and +an archangel fetch it. Go—I am blind for thy sake—I see nothing. I +will say thou didst break in and wrest the prisoner from my hands by +force. It is but a crazy, ancient door—I will batter it down myself +betwixt midnight and the morning."</p> + +<p>"Do it, good soul, no harm will come of it; the judge hath a loving +charity for this poor lad, and will shed no tears and break no jailer's +bones for his escape."</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c25"></a> +<a name="25-293"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-293.jpg (54K)" src="images/25-293.jpg" height="398" width="722"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XXV. Hendon Hall.</p> + +<p>As soon as Hendon and the King were out of sight of the constable, his +Majesty was instructed to hurry to a certain place outside the town, and +wait there, whilst Hendon should go to the inn and settle his account. +Half an hour later the two friends were blithely jogging eastward on +Hendon's sorry steeds. The King was warm and comfortable, now, for he +had cast his rags and clothed himself in the second-hand suit which +Hendon had bought on London Bridge.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="25-296"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-296.jpg (148K)" src="images/25-296.jpg" height="833" width="722"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Hendon wished to guard against over-fatiguing the boy; he judged that +hard journeys, irregular meals, and illiberal measures of sleep would be +bad for his crazed mind; whilst rest, regularity, and moderate exercise +would be pretty sure to hasten its cure; he longed to see the stricken +intellect made well again and its diseased visions driven out of the +tormented little head; therefore he resolved to move by easy stages +toward the home whence he had so long been banished, instead of obeying +the impulse of his impatience and hurrying along night and day.</p> + +<p>When he and the King had journeyed about ten miles, they reached a +considerable village, and halted there for the night, at a good inn. The +former relations were resumed; Hendon stood behind the King's chair, +while he dined, and waited upon him; undressed him when he was ready for +bed; then took the floor for his own quarters, and slept athwart the +door, rolled up in a blanket.</p> + +<p>The next day, and the day after, they jogged lazily along talking over +the adventures they had met since their separation, and mightily enjoying +each other's narratives. Hendon detailed all his wide wanderings in +search of the King, and described how the archangel had led him a fool's +journey all over the forest, and taken him back to the hut, finally, when +he found he could not get rid of him. Then—he said—the old man went +into the bedchamber and came staggering back looking broken-hearted, and +saying he had expected to find that the boy had returned and laid down in +there to rest, but it was not so. Hendon had waited at the hut all day; +hope of the King's return died out, then, and he departed upon the quest +again.</p> + +<p>"And old Sanctum Sanctorum WAS truly sorry your highness came not back," +said Hendon; "I saw it in his face."</p> + +<p>"Marry I will never doubt THAT!" said the King—and then told his own +story; after which, Hendon was sorry he had not destroyed the archangel.</p> + +<p>During the last day of the trip, Hendon's spirits were soaring. His +tongue ran constantly. He talked about his old father, and his brother +Arthur, and told of many things which illustrated their high and generous +characters; he went into loving frenzies over his Edith, and was so +glad-hearted that he was even able to say some gentle and brotherly things +about Hugh. He dwelt a deal on the coming meeting at Hendon Hall; what a +surprise it would be to everybody, and what an outburst of thanksgiving +and delight there would be.</p> + +<p>It was a fair region, dotted with cottages and orchards, and the road led +through broad pasture lands whose receding expanses, marked with gentle +elevations and depressions, suggested the swelling and subsiding +undulations of the sea. In the afternoon the returning prodigal made +constant deflections from his course to see if by ascending some hillock +he might not pierce the distance and catch a glimpse of his home. At +last he was successful, and cried out excitedly—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-297"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-297.jpg (108K)" src="images/25-297.jpg" height="623" width="717"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"There is the village, my Prince, and there is the Hall close by! You may +see the towers from here; and that wood there—that is my father's park. +Ah, NOW thou'lt know what state and grandeur be! A house with seventy +rooms—think of that!—and seven and twenty servants! A brave lodging +for such as we, is it not so? Come, let us speed—my impatience will not +brook further delay."</p> + +<p>All possible hurry was made; still, it was after three o'clock before the +village was reached. The travellers scampered through it, Hendon's +tongue going all the time. "Here is the church—covered with the same +ivy—none gone, none added." "Yonder is the inn, the old Red Lion,—and +yonder is the market-place." "Here is the Maypole, and here the +pump—nothing is altered; nothing but the people, at any rate; ten years make a +change in people; some of these I seem to know, but none know me." So +his chat ran on. The end of the village was soon reached; then the +travellers struck into a crooked, narrow road, walled in with tall +hedges, and hurried briskly along it for half a mile, then passed into a +vast flower garden through an imposing gateway, whose huge stone pillars +bore sculptured armorial devices. A noble mansion was before them.</p> + +<p>"Welcome to Hendon Hall, my King!" exclaimed Miles. "Ah, 'tis a great +day! My father and my brother, and the Lady Edith will be so mad with +joy that they will have eyes and tongue for none but me in the first +transports of the meeting, and so thou'lt seem but coldly welcomed—but +mind it not; 'twill soon seem otherwise; for when I say thou art my ward, +and tell them how costly is my love for thee, thou'lt see them take thee +to their breasts for Miles Hendon's sake, and make their house and hearts +thy home for ever after!"</p> + +<p>The next moment Hendon sprang to the ground before the great door, helped +the King down, then took him by the hand and rushed within. A few steps +brought him to a spacious apartment; he entered, seated the King with +more hurry than ceremony, then ran toward a young man who sat at a +writing-table in front of a generous fire of logs.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-299"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-299.jpg (107K)" src="images/25-299.jpg" height="571" width="721"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>"Embrace me, Hugh," he cried, "and say thou'rt glad I am come again! and +call our father, for home is not home till I shall touch his hand, and +see his face, and hear his voice once more!"</p> + +<p>But Hugh only drew back, after betraying a momentary surprise, and bent a +grave stare upon the intruder—a stare which indicated somewhat of +offended dignity, at first, then changed, in response to some inward +thought or purpose, to an expression of marvelling curiosity, mixed with +a real or assumed compassion. Presently he said, in a mild voice—</p> + +<p>"Thy wits seem touched, poor stranger; doubtless thou hast suffered +privations and rude buffetings at the world's hands; thy looks and dress +betoken it. Whom dost thou take me to be?"</p> + +<p>"Take thee? Prithee for whom else than whom thou art? I take thee to be +Hugh Hendon," said Miles, sharply.</p> + +<p>The other continued, in the same soft tone—</p> + +<p>"And whom dost thou imagine thyself to be?"</p> + +<p>"Imagination hath nought to do with it! Dost thou pretend thou knowest +me not for thy brother Miles Hendon?"</p> + +<p>An expression of pleased surprise flitted across Hugh's face, and he +exclaimed—</p> + +<p>"What! thou art not jesting? can the dead come to life? God be praised +if it be so! Our poor lost boy restored to our arms after all these +cruel years! Ah, it seems too good to be true, it IS too good to be +true—I charge thee, have pity, do not trifle with me! Quick—come to +the light—let me scan thee well!"</p> + +<p>He seized Miles by the arm, dragged him to the window, and began to +devour him from head to foot with his eyes, turning him this way and +that, and stepping briskly around him and about him to prove him from all +points of view; whilst the returned prodigal, all aglow with gladness, +smiled, laughed, and kept nodding his head and saying—</p> + +<p>"Go on, brother, go on, and fear not; thou'lt find nor limb nor feature +that cannot bide the test. Scour and scan me to thy content, my good old +Hugh—I am indeed thy old Miles, thy same old Miles, thy lost brother, +is't not so? Ah, 'tis a great day—I SAID 'twas a great day! Give me +thy hand, give me thy cheek—lord, I am like to die of very joy!"</p> + +<p>He was about to throw himself upon his brother; but Hugh put up his hand +in dissent, then dropped his chin mournfully upon his breast, saying with +emotion—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-301"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-301.jpg (97K)" src="images/25-301.jpg" height="505" width="733"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Ah, God of his mercy give me strength to bear this grievous +disappointment!"</p> + +<p>Miles, amazed, could not speak for a moment; then he found his tongue, +and cried out—</p> + +<p>"WHAT disappointment? Am I not thy brother?"</p> + +<p>Hugh shook his head sadly, and said—</p> + +<p>"I pray heaven it may prove so, and that other eyes may find the +resemblances that are hid from mine. Alack, I fear me the letter spoke +but too truly."</p> + +<p>"What letter?"</p> + +<p>"One that came from over sea, some six or seven years ago. It said my +brother died in battle."</p> + +<p>"It was a lie! Call thy father—he will know me."</p> + +<p>"One may not call the dead."</p> + +<p>"Dead?" Miles's voice was subdued, and his lips trembled. "My father +dead!—oh, this is heavy news. Half my new joy is withered now. Prithee +let me see my brother Arthur—he will know me; he will know me and +console me."</p> + +<p>"He, also, is dead."</p> + +<p>"God be merciful to me, a stricken man! Gone,—both gone—the worthy +taken and the worthless spared, in me! Ah! I crave your mercy!—do not +say the Lady Edith—"</p> + +<p>"Is dead? No, she lives."</p> + +<p>"Then, God be praised, my joy is whole again! Speed thee, brother—let +her come to me! An' SHE say I am not myself—but she will not; no, no, +SHE will know me, I were a fool to doubt it. Bring her—bring the old +servants; they, too, will know me."</p> + +<p>"All are gone but five—Peter, Halsey, David, Bernard, and Margaret."</p> + +<p>So saying, Hugh left the room. Miles stood musing a while, then began to +walk the floor, muttering—</p> + +<p>"The five arch-villains have survived the two-and-twenty leal and +honest—'tis an odd thing."</p> + +<p>He continued walking back and forth, muttering to himself; he had +forgotten the King entirely. By-and-by his Majesty said gravely, and +with a touch of genuine compassion, though the words themselves were +capable of being interpreted ironically—</p> + +<p>"Mind not thy mischance, good man; there be others in the world whose +identity is denied, and whose claims are derided. Thou hast company."</p> + +<p>"Ah, my King," cried Hendon, colouring slightly, "do not thou condemn +me—wait, and thou shalt see. I am no impostor—she will say it; you shall +hear it from the sweetest lips in England. I an impostor? Why, I know +this old hall, these pictures of my ancestors, and all these things that +are about us, as a child knoweth its own nursery. Here was I born and +bred, my lord; I speak the truth; I would not deceive thee; and should +none else believe, I pray thee do not THOU doubt me—I could not bear +it."</p> + +<p>"I do not doubt thee," said the King, with a childlike simplicity and +faith.</p> + +<p>"I thank thee out of my heart!" exclaimed Hendon with a fervency which +showed that he was touched. The King added, with the same gentle +simplicity—</p> + +<p>"Dost thou doubt ME?"</p> + +<p>A guilty confusion seized upon Hendon, and he was grateful that the door +opened to admit Hugh, at that moment, and saved him the necessity of +replying.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-303"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-303.jpg (113K)" src="images/25-303.jpg" height="552" width="725"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>A beautiful lady, richly clothed, followed Hugh, and after her came +several liveried servants. The lady walked slowly, with her head bowed +and her eyes fixed upon the floor. The face was unspeakably sad. Miles +Hendon sprang forward, crying out—</p> + +<p>"Oh, my Edith, my darling—"</p> + +<p>But Hugh waved him back, gravely, and said to the lady—</p> + +<p>"Look upon him. Do you know him?"</p> + +<p>At the sound of Miles's voice the woman had started slightly, and her +cheeks had flushed; she was trembling now. She stood still, during an +impressive pause of several moments; then slowly lifted up her head and +looked into Hendon's eyes with a stony and frightened gaze; the blood +sank out of her face, drop by drop, till nothing remained but the grey +pallor of death; then she said, in a voice as dead as the face, "I know +him not!" and turned, with a moan and a stifled sob, and tottered out of +the room.</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands. +After a pause, his brother said to the servants—</p> + +<p>"You have observed him. Do you know him?"</p> + +<p>They shook their heads; then the master said—</p> + +<p>"The servants know you not, sir. I fear there is some mistake. You have +seen that my wife knew you not."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="25-305"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="25-305.jpg (121K)" src="images/25-305.jpg" height="699" width="727"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Thy WIFE!" In an instant Hugh was pinned to the wall, with an iron grip +about his throat. "Oh, thou fox-hearted slave, I see it all! Thou'st +writ the lying letter thyself, and my stolen bride and goods are its +fruit. There—now get thee gone, lest I shame mine honourable +soldiership with the slaying of so pitiful a mannikin!"</p> + +<p>Hugh, red-faced, and almost suffocated, reeled to the nearest chair, and +commanded the servants to seize and bind the murderous stranger. They +hesitated, and one of them said—</p> + +<p>"He is armed, Sir Hugh, and we are weaponless."</p> + +<p>"Armed! What of it, and ye so many? Upon him, I say!"</p> + +<p>But Miles warned them to be careful what they did, and added—</p> + +<p>"Ye know me of old—I have not changed; come on, an' it like you."</p> + +<p>This reminder did not hearten the servants much; they still held back.</p> + +<p>"Then go, ye paltry cowards, and arm yourselves and guard the doors, +whilst I send one to fetch the watch!" said Hugh. He turned at the +threshold, and said to Miles, "You'll find it to your advantage to offend +not with useless endeavours at escape."</p> + +<p>"Escape? Spare thyself discomfort, an' that is all that troubles thee. +For Miles Hendon is master of Hendon Hall and all its belongings. He +will remain—doubt it not."</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c26"></a> +<a name="26-307"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="26-307.jpg (71K)" src="images/26-307.jpg" height="581" width="722"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XXVI. Disowned.</p> + +<p>The King sat musing a few moments, then looked up and said—</p> + +<p>"'Tis strange—most strange. I cannot account for it."</p> + +<p>"No, it is not strange, my liege. I know him, and this conduct is but +natural. He was a rascal from his birth."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I spake not of HIM, Sir Miles."</p> + +<p>"Not of him? Then of what? What is it that is strange?"</p> + +<p>"That the King is not missed."</p> + +<p>"How? Which? I doubt I do not understand."</p> + +<p>"Indeed? Doth it not strike you as being passing strange that the land +is not filled with couriers and proclamations describing my person and +making search for me? Is it no matter for commotion and distress that +the Head of the State is gone; that I am vanished away and lost?"</p> + +<p>"Most true, my King, I had forgot." Then Hendon sighed, and muttered to +himself, "Poor ruined mind—still busy with its pathetic dream."</p> + +<p>"But I have a plan that shall right us both—I will write a paper, in +three tongues—Latin, Greek and English—and thou shalt haste away with +it to London in the morning. Give it to none but my uncle, the Lord +Hertford; when he shall see it, he will know and say I wrote it. Then he +will send for me."</p> + +<p>"Might it not be best, my Prince, that we wait here until I prove myself +and make my rights secure to my domains? I should be so much the better +able then to—"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="26-310"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="26-310.jpg (134K)" src="images/26-310.jpg" height="783" width="726"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The King interrupted him imperiously—</p> + +<p>"Peace! What are thy paltry domains, thy trivial interests, contrasted +with matters which concern the weal of a nation and the integrity of a +throne?" Then, he added, in a gentle voice, as if he were sorry for his +severity, "Obey, and have no fear; I will right thee, I will make thee +whole—yes, more than whole. I shall remember, and requite."</p> + +<p>So saying, he took the pen, and set himself to work. Hendon contemplated +him lovingly a while, then said to himself—</p> + +<p>"An' it were dark, I should think it WAS a king that spoke; there's no +denying it, when the humour's upon on him he doth thunder and lighten +like your true King; now where got he that trick? See him scribble and +scratch away contentedly at his meaningless pot-hooks, fancying them to +be Latin and Greek—and except my wit shall serve me with a lucky device +for diverting him from his purpose, I shall be forced to pretend to post +away to-morrow on this wild errand he hath invented for me."</p> + +<p>The next moment Sir Miles's thoughts had gone back to the recent episode. +So absorbed was he in his musings, that when the King presently handed +him the paper which he had been writing, he received it and pocketed it +without being conscious of the act. "How marvellous strange she acted," +he muttered. "I think she knew me—and I think she did NOT know me. +These opinions do conflict, I perceive it plainly; I cannot reconcile +them, neither can I, by argument, dismiss either of the two, or even +persuade one to outweigh the other. The matter standeth simply thus: +she MUST have known my face, my figure, my voice, for how could it be +otherwise? Yet she SAID she knew me not, and that is proof perfect, for +she cannot lie. But stop—I think I begin to see. Peradventure he hath +influenced her, commanded her, compelled her to lie. That is the +solution. The riddle is unriddled. She seemed dead with fear—yes, she +was under his compulsion. I will seek her; I will find her; now that he +is away, she will speak her true mind. She will remember the old times +when we were little playfellows together, and this will soften her heart, +and she will no more betray me, but will confess me. There is no +treacherous blood in her—no, she was always honest and true. She has +loved me, in those old days—this is my security; for whom one has loved, +one cannot betray."</p> + +<p>He stepped eagerly toward the door; at that moment it opened, and the +Lady Edith entered. She was very pale, but she walked with a firm step, +and her carriage was full of grace and gentle dignity. Her face was as +sad as before.</p> + +<p>Miles sprang forward, with a happy confidence, to meet her, but she +checked him with a hardly perceptible gesture, and he stopped where he +was. She seated herself, and asked him to do likewise. Thus simply did +she take the sense of old comradeship out of him, and transform him into +a stranger and a guest. The surprise of it, the bewildering +unexpectedness of it, made him begin to question, for a moment, if he WAS +the person he was pretending to be, after all. The Lady Edith said—</p> + +<p>"Sir, I have come to warn you. The mad cannot be persuaded out of their +delusions, perchance; but doubtless they may be persuaded to avoid +perils. I think this dream of yours hath the seeming of honest truth to +you, and therefore is not criminal—but do not tarry here with it; for +here it is dangerous." She looked steadily into Miles's face a moment, +then added, impressively, "It is the more dangerous for that you ARE much +like what our lost lad must have grown to be if he had lived."</p> + +<p>"Heavens, madam, but I AM he!"</p> + +<p>"I truly think you think it, sir. I question not your honesty in that; I +but warn you, that is all. My husband is master in this region; his +power hath hardly any limit; the people prosper or starve, as he wills. +If you resembled not the man whom you profess to be, my husband might bid +you pleasure yourself with your dream in peace; but trust me, I know him +well; I know what he will do; he will say to all that you are but a mad +impostor, and straightway all will echo him." She bent upon Miles that +same steady look once more, and added: "If you WERE Miles Hendon, and he +knew it and all the region knew it—consider what I am saying, weigh it +well—you would stand in the same peril, your punishment would be no less +sure; he would deny you and denounce you, and none would be bold enough +to give you countenance."</p> + +<p>"Most truly I believe it," said Miles, bitterly. "The power that can +command one life-long friend to betray and disown another, and be obeyed, +may well look to be obeyed in quarters where bread and life are on the +stake and no cobweb ties of loyalty and honour are concerned."</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="26-313"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="26-313.jpg (133K)" src="images/26-313.jpg" height="722" width="720"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>A faint tinge appeared for a moment in the lady's cheek, and she dropped +her eyes to the floor; but her voice betrayed no emotion when she +proceeded—</p> + +<p>"I have warned you—I must still warn you—to go hence. This man will +destroy you, else. He is a tyrant who knows no pity. I, who am his +fettered slave, know this. Poor Miles, and Arthur, and my dear guardian, +Sir Richard, are free of him, and at rest: better that you were with +them than that you bide here in the clutches of this miscreant. Your +pretensions are a menace to his title and possessions; you have assaulted +him in his own house: you are ruined if you stay. Go—do not hesitate. +If you lack money, take this purse, I beg of you, and bribe the servants +to let you pass. Oh, be warned, poor soul, and escape while you may."</p> + +<p>Miles declined the purse with a gesture, and rose up and stood before +her.</p> + +<p>"Grant me one thing," he said. "Let your eyes rest upon mine, so that I +may see if they be steady. There—now answer me. Am I Miles Hendon?"</p> + + +<p>"No. I know you not."</p> + +<p>"Swear it!"</p> + +<p>The answer was low, but distinct—</p> + +<p>"I swear."</p> + +<p>"Oh, this passes belief!"</p> + +<p>"Fly! Why will you waste the precious time? Fly, and save yourself."</p> + +<p>At that moment the officers burst into the room, and a violent struggle +began; but Hendon was soon overpowered and dragged away. 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It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +XXVII. </td><td><a href="#c27">In prison.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXVIII. </td><td><a href="#c28">The sacrifice.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXIX. </td><td><a href="#c29">To London.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXX. </td><td><a href="#c30">Tom's progress.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXXI. </td><td><a href="#c31">The Recognition procession.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#27-315">IN PRISON</a><br><br> +<a href="#27-318">"CHAINED IN A LARGE ROOM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#27-320">"THE OLD MAN LOOKED HENDON OVER"</a><br><br> +<a href="#27-321">"INFORMATION DELIVERED IN A LOW VOICE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#27-323">"THE KING!" HE CRIED. "WHAT KING?"</a><br><br> +<a href="#27-326">"TWO WOMEN CHAINED TO POSTS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#27-328">"TORN AWAY BY THE OFFICERS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#27-329">"THE KING WAS FURIOUS"</a><br><br> +<a href="#28-331">THE SACRIFICE</a><br><br> +<a href="#28-334">"HE CONFRONTED THE OFFICER IN CHARGE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#28-336">"WHILE THE LASH WAS APPLIED"</a><br><br> +<a href="#28-337">"SIR HUGH SPURRED AWAY"</a><br><br> +<a href="#29-339">TO LONDON</a><br><br> +<a href="#29-342">"MOUNTED AND RODE OFF WITH THE KING"</a><br><br> +<a href="#29-343">"MIDST OF A JAM OF HOWLING PEOPLE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#30-345">TOM'S PROGRESS</a><br><br> +<a href="#30-348">"TO KISS HIS HAND AT PARTING"</a><br><br> +<a href="#30-348">"COMMANDED HER TO GO TO HER CLOSET"</a><br><br> +<a href="#31-351">THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION</a><br><br> +<a href="#31-353">THE START FOR THE TOWER</a><br><br> +<a href="#31-355">"WELCOME, O KING!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#31-356">"A LARGESS! A LARGESS!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#31-359">"SHE WAS AT HIS SIDE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#31-361">"IT IS AN ILL TIME FOR DREAMING"</a><br><br> +<a href="#31-362">"SHE WAS MY MOTHER"</a><br><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c27"></a> +<a name="27-315"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-315.jpg (58K)" src="images/27-315.jpg" height="569" width="600"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XXVII. In prison.</p> + +<p>The cells were all crowded; so the two friends were chained in a large +room where persons charged with trifling offences were commonly kept. +They had company, for there were some twenty manacled and fettered +prisoners here, of both sexes and of varying ages,—an obscene and noisy +gang. The King chafed bitterly over the stupendous indignity thus put +upon his royalty, but Hendon was moody and taciturn. He was pretty +thoroughly bewildered; he had come home, a jubilant prodigal, expecting +to find everybody wild with joy over his return; and instead had got the +cold shoulder and a jail. The promise and the fulfilment differed so +widely that the effect was stunning; he could not decide whether it was +most tragic or most grotesque. He felt much as a man might who had +danced blithely out to enjoy a rainbow, and got struck by lightning.</p> + +<p>But gradually his confused and tormenting thoughts settled down into some +sort of order, and then his mind centred itself upon Edith. He turned +her conduct over, and examined it in all lights, but he could not make +anything satisfactory out of it. Did she know him—or didn't she know +him? It was a perplexing puzzle, and occupied him a long time; but he +ended, finally, with the conviction that she did know him, and had +repudiated him for interested reasons. He wanted to load her name with +curses now; but this name had so long been sacred to him that he found he +could not bring his tongue to profane it.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="27-318"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-318.jpg (125K)" src="images/27-318.jpg" height="721" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Wrapped in prison blankets of a soiled and tattered condition, Hendon and +the King passed a troubled night. For a bribe the jailer had furnished +liquor to some of the prisoners; singing of ribald songs, fighting, +shouting, and carousing was the natural consequence. At last, a while +after midnight, a man attacked a woman and nearly killed her by beating +her over the head with his manacles before the jailer could come to the +rescue. The jailer restored peace by giving the man a sound clubbing +about the head and shoulders—then the carousing ceased; and after that, +all had an opportunity to sleep who did not mind the annoyance of the +moanings and groanings of the two wounded people.</p> + +<p>During the ensuing week, the days and nights were of a monotonous +sameness as to events; men whose faces Hendon remembered more or less +distinctly, came, by day, to gaze at the 'impostor' and repudiate and +insult him; and by night the carousing and brawling went on with +symmetrical regularity. However, there was a change of incident at last. +The jailer brought in an old man, and said to him—</p> + +<p>"The villain is in this room—cast thy old eyes about and see if thou +canst say which is he."</p> + +<p>Hendon glanced up, and experienced a pleasant sensation for the first +time since he had been in the jail. He said to himself, "This is Blake +Andrews, a servant all his life in my father's family—a good honest +soul, with a right heart in his breast. That is, formerly. But none are +true now; all are liars. This man will know me—and will deny me, too, +like the rest."</p> + +<p>The old man gazed around the room, glanced at each face in turn, and +finally said—</p> + +<p>"I see none here but paltry knaves, scum o' the streets. Which is he?"</p> + +<p>The jailer laughed.</p> + +<p>"Here," he said; "scan this big animal, and grant me an opinion."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-320"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-320.jpg (112K)" src="images/27-320.jpg" height="642" width="654"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and earnestly, then +shook his head and said—</p> + +<p>"Marry, THIS is no Hendon—nor ever was!"</p> + +<p>"Right! Thy old eyes are sound yet. An' I were Sir Hugh, I would take +the shabby carle and—"</p> + +<p>The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tip-toe with an imaginary +halter, at the same time making a gurgling noise in his throat suggestive +of suffocation. The old man said, vindictively—</p> + +<p>"Let him bless God an' he fare no worse. An' _I_ had the handling o' the +villain he should roast, or I am no true man!"</p> + +<p>The jailer laughed a pleasant hyena laugh, and said—</p> + +<p>"Give him a piece of thy mind, old man—they all do it. Thou'lt find it +good diversion."</p> + +<p>Then he sauntered toward his ante-room and disappeared. The old man +dropped upon his knees and whispered—</p> + +<p>"God be thanked, thou'rt come again, my master! I believed thou wert +dead these seven years, and lo, here thou art alive! I knew thee the +moment I saw thee; and main hard work it was to keep a stony countenance +and seem to see none here but tuppenny knaves and rubbish o' the streets. +I am old and poor, Sir Miles; but say the word and I will go forth and +proclaim the truth though I be strangled for it."</p> + +<p>"No," said Hendon; "thou shalt not. It would ruin thee, and yet help but +little in my cause. But I thank thee, for thou hast given me back +somewhat of my lost faith in my kind."</p> + +<p>The old servant became very valuable to Hendon and the King; for he +dropped in several times a day to 'abuse' the former, and always smuggled +in a few delicacies to help out the prison bill of fare; he also +furnished the current news. Hendon reserved the dainties for the King; +without them his Majesty might not have survived, for he was not able to +eat the coarse and wretched food provided by the jailer. Andrews was +obliged to confine himself to brief visits, in order to avoid suspicion; +but he managed to impart a fair degree of information each +time—information delivered in a low voice, for Hendon's benefit, and +interlarded with insulting epithets delivered in a louder voice for the +benefit of other hearers.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-321"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-321.jpg (102K)" src="images/27-321.jpg" height="575" width="697"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>So, little by little, the story of the family came out. Arthur had been +dead six years. This loss, with the absence of news from Hendon, +impaired the father's health; he believed he was going to die, and he +wished to see Hugh and Edith settled in life before he passed away; but +Edith begged hard for delay, hoping for Miles's return; then the letter +came which brought the news of Miles's death; the shock prostrated Sir +Richard; he believed his end was very near, and he and Hugh insisted upon +the marriage; Edith begged for and obtained a month's respite, then +another, and finally a third; the marriage then took place by the +death-bed of Sir Richard. It had not proved a happy one. It was whispered +about the country that shortly after the nuptials the bride found among +her husband's papers several rough and incomplete drafts of the fatal +letter, and had accused him of precipitating the marriage—and Sir +Richard's death, too—by a wicked forgery. Tales of cruelty to the Lady +Edith and the servants were to be heard on all hands; and since the +father's death Sir Hugh had thrown off all soft disguises and become a +pitiless master toward all who in any way depended upon him and his +domains for bread.</p> + +<p>There was a bit of Andrew's gossip which the King listened to with a +lively interest—</p> + +<p>"There is rumour that the King is mad. But in charity forbear to say _I_ +mentioned it, for 'tis death to speak of it, they say."</p> + +<p>His Majesty glared at the old man and said—</p> + +<p>"The King is NOT mad, good man—and thou'lt find it to thy advantage to +busy thyself with matters that nearer concern thee than this seditious +prattle."</p> + +<p>"What doth the lad mean?" said Andrews, surprised at this brisk assault +from such an unexpected quarter. Hendon gave him a sign, and he did not +pursue his question, but went on with his budget—</p> + +<p>"The late King is to be buried at Windsor in a day or two—the 16th of +the month—and the new King will be crowned at Westminster the 20th."</p> + +<p>"Methinks they must needs find him first," muttered his Majesty; then +added, confidently, "but they will look to that—and so also shall I."</p> + +<p>"In the name of—"</p> + +<p>But the old man got no further—a warning sign from Hendon checked his +remark. He resumed the thread of his gossip—</p> + +<p>"Sir Hugh goeth to the coronation—and with grand hopes. He confidently +looketh to come back a peer, for he is high in favour with the Lord +Protector."</p> + +<p>"What Lord Protector?" asked his Majesty.</p> + +<p>"His Grace the Duke of Somerset."</p> + +<p>"What Duke of Somerset?"</p> + +<p>"Marry, there is but one—Seymour, Earl of Hertford."</p> + +<p>The King asked sharply—</p> + +<p>"Since when is HE a duke, and Lord Protector?"</p> + +<p>"Since the last day of January."</p> + +<p>"And prithee who made him so?"</p> + +<p>"Himself and the Great Council—with help of the King."</p> + +<p>His Majesty started violently. "The KING!" he cried. "WHAT king, good +sir?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-323"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-323.jpg (114K)" src="images/27-323.jpg" height="667" width="718"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"What king, indeed! (God-a-mercy, what aileth the boy?) Sith we have but +one, 'tis not difficult to answer—his most sacred Majesty King Edward +the Sixth—whom God preserve! Yea, and a dear and gracious little urchin +is he, too; and whether he be mad or no—and they say he mendeth +daily—his praises are on all men's lips; and all bless him, likewise, and offer +prayers that he may be spared to reign long in England; for he began +humanely with saving the old Duke of Norfolk's life, and now is he bent +on destroying the cruellest of the laws that harry and oppress the +people."</p> + +<p>This news struck his Majesty dumb with amazement, and plunged him into so +deep and dismal a reverie that he heard no more of the old man's gossip. +He wondered if the 'little urchin' was the beggar-boy whom he left +dressed in his own garments in the palace. It did not seem possible that +this could be, for surely his manners and speech would betray him if he +pretended to be the Prince of Wales—then he would be driven out, and +search made for the true prince. Could it be that the Court had set up +some sprig of the nobility in his place? No, for his uncle would not +allow that—he was all-powerful and could and would crush such a +movement, of course. The boy's musings profited him nothing; the more he +tried to unriddle the mystery the more perplexed he became, the more his +head ached, and the worse he slept. His impatience to get to London grew +hourly, and his captivity became almost unendurable.</p> + +<p>Hendon's arts all failed with the King—he could not be comforted; but a +couple of women who were chained near him succeeded better. Under their +gentle ministrations he found peace and learned a degree of patience. He +was very grateful, and came to love them dearly and to delight in the +sweet and soothing influence of their presence. He asked them why they +were in prison, and when they said they were Baptists, he smiled, and +inquired—</p> + +<p>"Is that a crime to be shut up for in a prison? Now I grieve, for I +shall lose ye—they will not keep ye long for such a little thing."</p> + +<p>They did not answer; and something in their faces made him uneasy. He +said, eagerly—</p> + +<p>"You do not speak; be good to me, and tell me—there will be no other +punishment? Prithee tell me there is no fear of that."</p> + +<p>They tried to change the topic, but his fears were aroused, and he +pursued it—</p> + +<p>"Will they scourge thee? No, no, they would not be so cruel! Say they +would not. Come, they WILL not, will they?"</p> + +<p>The women betrayed confusion and distress, but there was no avoiding an +answer, so one of them said, in a voice choked with emotion—</p> + +<p>"Oh, thou'lt break our hearts, thou gentle spirit!—God will help us to +bear our—"</p> + +<p>"It is a confession!" the King broke in. "Then they WILL scourge thee, +the stony-hearted wretches! But oh, thou must not weep, I cannot bear +it. Keep up thy courage—I shall come to my own in time to save thee +from this bitter thing, and I will do it!"</p> + +<p>When the King awoke in the morning, the women were gone.</p> + +<p>"They are saved!" he said, joyfully; then added, despondently, "but woe +is me!—for they were my comforters."</p> + +<p>Each of them had left a shred of ribbon pinned to his clothing, in token +of remembrance. He said he would keep these things always; and that soon +he would seek out these dear good friends of his and take them under his +protection.</p> + +<p>Just then the jailer came in with some subordinates, and commanded that +the prisoners be conducted to the jail-yard. The King was overjoyed—it +would be a blessed thing to see the blue sky and breathe the fresh air +once more. He fretted and chafed at the slowness of the officers, but +his turn came at last, and he was released from his staple and ordered to +follow the other prisoners with Hendon.</p> + +<p>The court or quadrangle was stone-paved, and open to the sky. The +prisoners entered it through a massive archway of masonry, and were +placed in file, standing, with their backs against the wall. A rope was +stretched in front of them, and they were also guarded by their officers. +It was a chill and lowering morning, and a light snow which had fallen +during the night whitened the great empty space and added to the general +dismalness of its aspect. Now and then a wintry wind shivered through the +place and sent the snow eddying hither and thither.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-326"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-326.jpg (53K)" src="images/27-326.jpg" height="627" width="384"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>In the centre of the court stood two women, chained to posts. A glance +showed the King that these were his good friends. He shuddered, and said +to himself, "Alack, they are not gone free, as I had thought. To think +that such as these should know the lash!—in England! Ay, there's the +shame of it—not in Heathennesse, Christian England! They will be +scourged; and I, whom they have comforted and kindly entreated, must look +on and see the great wrong done; it is strange, so strange, that I, the +very source of power in this broad realm, am helpless to protect them. +But let these miscreants look well to themselves, for there is a day +coming when I will require of them a heavy reckoning for this work. For +every blow they strike now, they shall feel a hundred then."</p> + +<p>A great gate swung open, and a crowd of citizens poured in. They flocked +around the two women, and hid them from the King's view. A clergyman +entered and passed through the crowd, and he also was hidden. The King +now heard talking, back and forth, as if questions were being asked and +answered, but he could not make out what was said. Next there was a deal +of bustle and preparation, and much passing and repassing of officials +through that part of the crowd that stood on the further side of the +women; and whilst this proceeded a deep hush gradually fell upon the +people.</p> + +<p>Now, by command, the masses parted and fell aside, and the King saw a +spectacle that froze the marrow in his bones. Faggots had been piled +about the two women, and a kneeling man was lighting them!</p> + +<p>The women bowed their heads, and covered their faces with their hands; +the yellow flames began to climb upward among the snapping and crackling +faggots, and wreaths of blue smoke to stream away on the wind; the +clergyman lifted his hands and began a prayer—just then two young girls +came flying through the great gate, uttering piercing screams, and threw +themselves upon the women at the stake. Instantly they were torn away by +the officers, and one of them was kept in a tight grip, but the other +broke loose, saying she would die with her mother; and before she could +be stopped she had flung her arms about her mother's neck again. She was +torn away once more, and with her gown on fire. Two or three men held +her, and the burning portion of her gown was snatched off and thrown +flaming aside, she struggling all the while to free herself, and saying +she would be alone in the world, now; and begging to be allowed to die +with her mother. Both the girls screamed continually, and fought for +freedom; but suddenly this tumult was drowned under a volley of +heart-piercing shrieks of mortal agony—the King glanced from the frantic girls +to the stake, then turned away and leaned his ashen face against the +wall, and looked no more. He said, "That which I have seen, in that one +little moment, will never go out from my memory, but will abide there; +and I shall see it all the days, and dream of it all the nights, till I +die. Would God I had been blind!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-328"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-328.jpg (118K)" src="images/27-328.jpg" height="673" width="737"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Hendon was watching the King. He said to himself, with satisfaction, +"His disorder mendeth; he hath changed, and groweth gentler. If he had +followed his wont, he would have stormed at these varlets, and said he +was King, and commanded that the women be turned loose unscathed. Soon +his delusion will pass away and be forgotten, and his poor mind will be +whole again. God speed the day!"</p> + +<p>That same day several prisoners were brought in to remain over night, who +were being conveyed, under guard, to various places in the kingdom, to +undergo punishment for crimes committed. The King conversed with +these—he had made it a point, from the beginning, to instruct himself for the +kingly office by questioning prisoners whenever the opportunity +offered—and the tale of their woes wrung his heart. One of them was a poor +half-witted woman who had stolen a yard or two of cloth from a weaver—she was +to be hanged for it. Another was a man who had been accused of stealing +a horse; he said the proof had failed, and he had imagined that he was +safe from the halter; but no—he was hardly free before he was arraigned +for killing a deer in the King's park; this was proved against him, and +now he was on his way to the gallows. There was a tradesman's apprentice +whose case particularly distressed the King; this youth said he found a +hawk, one evening, that had escaped from its owner, and he took it home +with him, imagining himself entitled to it; but the court convicted him +of stealing it, and sentenced him to death.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="27-329"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="27-329.jpg (60K)" src="images/27-329.jpg" height="613" width="382"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The King was furious over these inhumanities, and wanted Hendon to break +jail and fly with him to Westminster, so that he could mount his throne +and hold out his sceptre in mercy over these unfortunate people and save +their lives. "Poor child," sighed Hendon, "these woeful tales have +brought his malady upon him again; alack, but for this evil hap, he would +have been well in a little time."</p> + +<p>Among these prisoners was an old lawyer—a man with a strong face and a +dauntless mien. Three years past, he had written a pamphlet against the +Lord Chancellor, accusing him of injustice, and had been punished for it +by the loss of his ears in the pillory, and degradation from the bar, and +in addition had been fined 3,000 pounds and sentenced to imprisonment for +life. Lately he had repeated his offence; and in consequence was now +under sentence to lose WHAT REMAINED OF HIS EARS, pay a fine of 5,000 +pounds, be branded on both cheeks, and remain in prison for life.</p> + +<p>"These be honourable scars," he said, and turned back his grey hair and +showed the mutilated stubs of what had once been his ears.</p> + +<p>The King's eye burned with passion. He said—</p> + +<p>"None believe in me—neither wilt thou. But no matter—within the +compass of a month thou shalt be free; and more, the laws that have +dishonoured thee, and shamed the English name, shall be swept from the +statute books. The world is made wrong; kings should go to school to +their own laws, at times, and so learn mercy." {1}</p> + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c28"></a> +<a name="28-331"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-331.jpg (48K)" src="images/28-331.jpg" height="421" width="734"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<p>Chapter XXVIII. The sacrifice.</p> + +<p>Meantime Miles was growing sufficiently tired of confinement and +inaction. But now his trial came on, to his great gratification, and he +thought he could welcome any sentence provided a further imprisonment +should not be a part of it. But he was mistaken about that. He was in a +fine fury when he found himself described as a 'sturdy vagabond' and +sentenced to sit two hours in the stocks for bearing that character and +for assaulting the master of Hendon Hall. His pretensions as to +brothership with his prosecutor, and rightful heirship to the Hendon +honours and estates, were left contemptuously unnoticed, as being not +even worth examination.</p> + +<p>He raged and threatened on his way to punishment, but it did no good; he +was snatched roughly along by the officers, and got an occasional cuff, +besides, for his irreverent conduct.</p> + +<p>The King could not pierce through the rabble that swarmed behind; so he +was obliged to follow in the rear, remote from his good friend and +servant. The King had been nearly condemned to the stocks himself for +being in such bad company, but had been let off with a lecture and a +warning, in consideration of his youth. When the crowd at last halted, +he flitted feverishly from point to point around its outer rim, hunting a +place to get through; and at last, after a deal of difficulty and delay, +succeeded. There sat his poor henchman in the degrading stocks, the +sport and butt of a dirty mob—he, the body servant of the King of +England! Edward had heard the sentence pronounced, but he had not +realised the half that it meant. His anger began to rise as the sense of +this new indignity which had been put upon him sank home; it jumped to +summer heat, the next moment, when he saw an egg sail through the air and +crush itself against Hendon's cheek, and heard the crowd roar its +enjoyment of the episode. He sprang across the open circle and +confronted the officer in charge, crying—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="28-334"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-334.jpg (119K)" src="images/28-334.jpg" height="637" width="707"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"For shame! This is my servant—set him free! I am the—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, peace!" exclaimed Hendon, in a panic, "thou'lt destroy thyself. +Mind him not, officer, he is mad."</p> + +<p>"Give thyself no trouble as to the matter of minding him, good man, I +have small mind to mind him; but as to teaching him somewhat, to that I +am well inclined." He turned to a subordinate and said, "Give the little +fool a taste or two of the lash, to mend his manners."</p> + +<p>"Half a dozen will better serve his turn," suggested Sir Hugh, who had +ridden up, a moment before, to take a passing glance at the proceedings.</p> + +<p>The King was seized. He did not even struggle, so paralysed was he with +the mere thought of the monstrous outrage that was proposed to be +inflicted upon his sacred person. History was already defiled with the +record of the scourging of an English king with whips—it was an +intolerable reflection that he must furnish a duplicate of that shameful +page. He was in the toils, there was no help for him; he must either +take this punishment or beg for its remission. Hard conditions; he would +take the stripes—a king might do that, but a king could not beg.</p> + +<p>But meantime, Miles Hendon was resolving the difficulty. "Let the child +go," said he; "ye heartless dogs, do ye not see how young and frail he +is? Let him go—I will take his lashes."</p> + +<p>"Marry, a good thought—and thanks for it," said Sir Hugh, his face +lighting with a sardonic satisfaction. "Let the little beggar go, and +give this fellow a dozen in his place—an honest dozen, well laid on." +The King was in the act of entering a fierce protest, but Sir Hugh +silenced him with the potent remark, "Yes, speak up, do, and free thy +mind—only, mark ye, that for each word you utter he shall get six +strokes the more."</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="28-336"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-336.jpg (85K)" src="images/28-336.jpg" height="657" width="535"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Hendon was removed from the stocks, and his back laid bare; and whilst +the lash was applied the poor little King turned away his face and +allowed unroyal tears to channel his cheeks unchecked. "Ah, brave good +heart," he said to himself, "this loyal deed shall never perish out of my +memory. I will not forget it—and neither shall THEY!" he added, with +passion. Whilst he mused, his appreciation of Hendon's magnanimous +conduct grew to greater and still greater dimensions in his mind, and so +also did his gratefulness for it. Presently he said to himself, "Who +saves his prince from wounds and possible death—and this he did for +me—performs high service; but it is little—it is nothing—oh, less than +nothing!—when 'tis weighed against the act of him who saves his prince +from SHAME!"</p> + +<p>Hendon made no outcry under the scourge, but bore the heavy blows with +soldierly fortitude. This, together with his redeeming the boy by taking +his stripes for him, compelled the respect of even that forlorn and +degraded mob that was gathered there; and its gibes and hootings died +away, and no sound remained but the sound of the falling blows. The +stillness that pervaded the place, when Hendon found himself once more in +the stocks, was in strong contrast with the insulting clamour which had +prevailed there so little a while before. The King came softly to +Hendon's side, and whispered in his ear—</p> + +<p>"Kings cannot ennoble thee, thou good, great soul, for One who is higher +than kings hath done that for thee; but a king can confirm thy nobility +to men." He picked up the scourge from the ground, touched Hendon's +bleeding shoulders lightly with it, and whispered, "Edward of England +dubs thee Earl!"</p> + +<p>Hendon was touched. The water welled to his eyes, yet at the same time +the grisly humour of the situation and circumstances so undermined his +gravity that it was all he could do to keep some sign of his inward mirth +from showing outside. To be suddenly hoisted, naked and gory, from the +common stocks to the Alpine altitude and splendour of an Earldom, seemed +to him the last possibility in the line of the grotesque. He said to +himself, "Now am I finely tinselled, indeed! The spectre-knight of the +Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows is become a spectre-earl—a dizzy flight +for a callow wing! An' this go on, I shall presently be hung like a very +maypole with fantastic gauds and make-believe honours. But I shall value +them, all valueless as they are, for the love that doth bestow them. +Better these poor mock dignities of mine, that come unasked, from a clean +hand and a right spirit, than real ones bought by servility from grudging +and interested power."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="28-337"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="28-337.jpg (124K)" src="images/28-337.jpg" height="699" width="728"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The dreaded Sir Hugh wheeled his horse about, and as he spurred away, the +living wall divided silently to let him pass, and as silently closed +together again. And so remained; nobody went so far as to venture a +remark in favour of the prisoner, or in compliment to him; but no +matter—the absence of abuse was a sufficient homage in itself. A late comer +who was not posted as to the present circumstances, and who delivered a +sneer at the 'impostor,' and was in the act of following it with a dead +cat, was promptly knocked down and kicked out, without any words, and +then the deep quiet resumed sway once more.</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c29"></a> +<a name="29-339"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-339.jpg (53K)" src="images/29-339.jpg" height="534" width="538"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XXIX. To London.</p> + +<p>When Hendon's term of service in the stocks was finished, he was released +and ordered to quit the region and come back no more. His sword was +restored to him, and also his mule and his donkey. He mounted and rode +off, followed by the King, the crowd opening with quiet respectfulness to +let them pass, and then dispersing when they were gone.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="29-342"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-342.jpg (142K)" src="images/29-342.jpg" height="748" width="726"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Hendon was soon absorbed in thought. There were questions of high import +to be answered. What should he do? Whither should he go? Powerful help +must be found somewhere, or he must relinquish his inheritance and remain +under the imputation of being an impostor besides. Where could he hope +to find this powerful help? Where, indeed! It was a knotty question. +By-and-by a thought occurred to him which pointed to a possibility—the +slenderest of slender possibilities, certainly, but still worth +considering, for lack of any other that promised anything at all. He +remembered what old Andrews had said about the young King's goodness and +his generous championship of the wronged and unfortunate. Why not go and +try to get speech of him and beg for justice? Ah, yes, but could so +fantastic a pauper get admission to the august presence of a monarch? +Never mind—let that matter take care of itself; it was a bridge that +would not need to be crossed till he should come to it. He was an old +campaigner, and used to inventing shifts and expedients: no doubt he +would be able to find a way. Yes, he would strike for the capital. +Maybe his father's old friend Sir Humphrey Marlow would help him—'good +old Sir Humphrey, Head Lieutenant of the late King's kitchen, or stables, +or something'—Miles could not remember just what or which. Now that he +had something to turn his energies to, a distinctly defined object to +accomplish, the fog of humiliation and depression which had settled down +upon his spirits lifted and blew away, and he raised his head and looked +about him. He was surprised to see how far he had come; the village was +away behind him. The King was jogging along in his wake, with his head +bowed; for he, too, was deep in plans and thinkings. A sorrowful +misgiving clouded Hendon's new-born cheerfulness: would the boy be +willing to go again to a city where, during all his brief life, he had +never known anything but ill-usage and pinching want? But the question +must be asked; it could not be avoided; so Hendon reined up, and called +out—</p> + +<p>"I had forgotten to inquire whither we are bound. Thy commands, my +liege!"</p> + +<p>"To London!"</p> + +<p>Hendon moved on again, mightily contented with the answer—but astounded +at it too.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="29-343"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="29-343.jpg (131K)" src="images/29-343.jpg" height="622" width="722"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The whole journey was made without an adventure of importance. But it +ended with one. About ten o'clock on the night of the 19th of February +they stepped upon London Bridge, in the midst of a writhing, struggling +jam of howling and hurrahing people, whose beer-jolly faces stood out +strongly in the glare from manifold torches—and at that instant the +decaying head of some former duke or other grandee tumbled down between +them, striking Hendon on the elbow and then bounding off among the +hurrying confusion of feet. So evanescent and unstable are men's works in +this world!—the late good King is but three weeks dead and three days in +his grave, and already the adornments which he took such pains to select +from prominent people for his noble bridge are falling. A citizen +stumbled over that head, and drove his own head into the back of somebody +in front of him, who turned and knocked down the first person that came +handy, and was promptly laid out himself by that person's friend. It was +the right ripe time for a free fight, for the festivities of the +morrow—Coronation Day—were already beginning; everybody was full of strong +drink and patriotism; within five minutes the free fight was occupying a +good deal of ground; within ten or twelve it covered an acre of so, and +was become a riot. By this time Hendon and the King were hopelessly +separated from each other and lost in the rush and turmoil of the roaring +masses of humanity. And so we leave them.</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c30"></a> +<a name="30-345"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-345.jpg (47K)" src="images/30-345.jpg" height="398" width="768"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Chapter XXX. Tom's progress.</p> + +<p>Whilst the true King wandered about the land poorly clad, poorly fed, +cuffed and derided by tramps one while, herding with thieves and +murderers in a jail another, and called idiot and impostor by all +impartially, the mock King Tom Canty enjoyed quite a different +experience.</p> + +<p>When we saw him last, royalty was just beginning to have a bright side +for him. This bright side went on brightening more and more every day: +in a very little while it was become almost all sunshine and +delightfulness. He lost his fears; his misgivings faded out and died; +his embarrassments departed, and gave place to an easy and confident +bearing. He worked the whipping-boy mine to ever-increasing profit.</p> + +<p>He ordered my Lady Elizabeth and my Lady Jane Grey into his presence when +he wanted to play or talk, and dismissed them when he was done with them, +with the air of one familiarly accustomed to such performances. It no +longer confused him to have these lofty personages kiss his hand at +parting.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="30-348"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-348.jpg (92K)" src="images/30-348.jpg" height="522" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>He came to enjoy being conducted to bed in state at night, and dressed +with intricate and solemn ceremony in the morning. It came to be a proud +pleasure to march to dinner attended by a glittering procession of +officers of state and gentlemen-at-arms; insomuch, indeed, that he +doubled his guard of gentlemen-at-arms, and made them a hundred. He +liked to hear the bugles sounding down the long corridors, and the +distant voices responding, "Way for the King!"</p> + +<p>He even learned to enjoy sitting in throned state in council, and seeming +to be something more than the Lord Protector's mouthpiece. He liked to +receive great ambassadors and their gorgeous trains, and listen to the +affectionate messages they brought from illustrious monarchs who called +him brother. O happy Tom Canty, late of Offal Court!</p> + +<p>He enjoyed his splendid clothes, and ordered more: he found his four +hundred servants too few for his proper grandeur, and trebled them. The +adulation of salaaming courtiers came to be sweet music to his ears. He +remained kind and gentle, and a sturdy and determined champion of all +that were oppressed, and he made tireless war upon unjust laws: yet upon +occasion, being offended, he could turn upon an earl, or even a duke, and +give him a look that would make him tremble. Once, when his royal +'sister,' the grimly holy Lady Mary, set herself to reason with him +against the wisdom of his course in pardoning so many people who would +otherwise be jailed, or hanged, or burned, and reminded him that their +august late father's prisons had sometimes contained as high as sixty +thousand convicts at one time, and that during his admirable reign he had +delivered seventy-two thousand thieves and robbers over to death by the +executioner, {9} the boy was filled with generous indignation, and +commanded her to go to her closet, and beseech God to take away the stone +that was in her breast, and give her a human heart.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="30-349"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="30-349.jpg (94K)" src="images/30-349.jpg" height="575" width="726"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Did Tom Canty never feel troubled about the poor little rightful prince +who had treated him so kindly, and flown out with such hot zeal to avenge +him upon the insolent sentinel at the palace-gate? Yes; his first royal +days and nights were pretty well sprinkled with painful thoughts about +the lost prince, and with sincere longings for his return, and happy +restoration to his native rights and splendours. But as time wore on, +and the prince did not come, Tom's mind became more and more occupied +with his new and enchanting experiences, and by little and little the +vanished monarch faded almost out of his thoughts; and finally, when he +did intrude upon them at intervals, he was become an unwelcome spectre, +for he made Tom feel guilty and ashamed.</p> + +<p>Tom's poor mother and sisters travelled the same road out of his mind. +At first he pined for them, sorrowed for them, longed to see them, but +later, the thought of their coming some day in their rags and dirt, and +betraying him with their kisses, and pulling him down from his lofty +place, and dragging him back to penury and degradation and the slums, +made him shudder. At last they ceased to trouble his thoughts almost +wholly. And he was content, even glad: for, whenever their mournful and +accusing faces did rise before him now, they made him feel more +despicable than the worms that crawl.</p> + +<p>At midnight of the 19th of February, Tom Canty was sinking to sleep in +his rich bed in the palace, guarded by his loyal vassals, and surrounded +by the pomps of royalty, a happy boy; for tomorrow was the day appointed +for his solemn crowning as King of England. At that same hour, Edward, +the true king, hungry and thirsty, soiled and draggled, worn with travel, +and clothed in rags and shreds—his share of the results of the riot—was +wedged in among a crowd of people who were watching with deep interest +certain hurrying gangs of workmen who streamed in and out of Westminster +Abbey, busy as ants: they were making the last preparation for the royal +coronation.</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c31"></a> +<a name="31-351"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-351.jpg (68K)" src="images/31-351.jpg" height="477" width="723"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<a name="31-353"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-353.jpg (134K)" src="images/31-353.jpg" height="876" width="747"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XXXI. The Recognition procession.</p> + +<p>When Tom Canty awoke the next morning, the air was heavy with a +thunderous murmur: all the distances were charged with it. It was music +to him; for it meant that the English world was out in its strength to +give loyal welcome to the great day.</p> + +<p>Presently Tom found himself once more the chief figure in a wonderful +floating pageant on the Thames; for by ancient custom the 'recognition +procession' through London must start from the Tower, and he was bound +thither.</p> + +<p>When he arrived there, the sides of the venerable fortress seemed +suddenly rent in a thousand places, and from every rent leaped a red +tongue of flame and a white gush of smoke; a deafening explosion +followed, which drowned the shoutings of the multitude, and made the +ground tremble; the flame-jets, the smoke, and the explosions, were +repeated over and over again with marvellous celerity, so that in a few +moments the old Tower disappeared in the vast fog of its own smoke, all +but the very top of the tall pile called the White Tower; this, with its +banners, stood out above the dense bank of vapour as a mountain-peak +projects above a cloud-rack.</p> + +<p>Tom Canty, splendidly arrayed, mounted a prancing war-steed, whose rich +trappings almost reached to the ground; his 'uncle,' the Lord Protector +Somerset, similarly mounted, took place in his rear; the King's Guard +formed in single ranks on either side, clad in burnished armour; after +the Protector followed a seemingly interminable procession of resplendent +nobles attended by their vassals; after these came the lord mayor and the +aldermanic body, in crimson velvet robes, and with their gold chains +across their breasts; and after these the officers and members of all the +guilds of London, in rich raiment, and bearing the showy banners of the +several corporations. Also in the procession, as a special guard of +honour through the city, was the Ancient and Honourable Artillery +Company—an organisation already three hundred years old at that time, +and the only military body in England possessing the privilege (which it +still possesses in our day) of holding itself independent of the commands +of Parliament. It was a brilliant spectacle, and was hailed with +acclamations all along the line, as it took its stately way through the +packed multitudes of citizens. The chronicler says, 'The King, as he +entered the city, was received by the people with prayers, welcomings, +cries, and tender words, and all signs which argue an earnest love of +subjects toward their sovereign; and the King, by holding up his glad +countenance to such as stood afar off, and most tender language to those +that stood nigh his Grace, showed himself no less thankful to receive the +people's goodwill than they to offer it. To all that wished him well, he +gave thanks. To such as bade "God save his Grace," he said in return, +"God save you all!" and added that "he thanked them with all his heart." +Wonderfully transported were the people with the loving answers and +gestures of their King.'</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-355"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-355.jpg (40K)" src="images/31-355.jpg" height="677" width="320"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>In Fenchurch Street a 'fair child, in costly apparel,' stood on a stage +to welcome his Majesty to the city. The last verse of his greeting was +in these words—</p> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> +<p><br> +'Welcome, O King! as much as hearts can think;<br> +Welcome, again, as much as tongue can tell,—<br> +Welcome to joyous tongues, and hearts that will not shrink: <br> +God thee preserve, we pray, and wish thee ever well.'</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<p>The people burst forth in a glad shout, repeating with one voice what the +child had said. Tom Canty gazed abroad over the surging sea of eager +faces, and his heart swelled with exultation; and he felt that the one +thing worth living for in this world was to be a king, and a nation's +idol. Presently he caught sight, at a distance, of a couple of his +ragged Offal Court comrades—one of them the lord high admiral in his +late mimic court, the other the first lord of the bedchamber in the same +pretentious fiction; and his pride swelled higher than ever. Oh, if they +could only recognise him now! What unspeakable glory it would be, if +they could recognise him, and realise that the derided mock king of the +slums and back alleys was become a real King, with illustrious dukes and +princes for his humble menials, and the English world at his feet! But +he had to deny himself, and choke down his desire, for such a recognition +might cost more than it would come to: so he turned away his head, and +left the two soiled lads to go on with their shoutings and glad +adulations, unsuspicious of whom it was they were lavishing them upon.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-356"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-356.jpg (195K)" src="images/31-356.jpg" height="1062" width="724"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Every now and then rose the cry, "A largess! a largess!" and Tom +responded by scattering a handful of bright new coins abroad for the +multitude to scramble for.</p> + +<p>The chronicler says, 'At the upper end of Gracechurch Street, before the +sign of the Eagle, the city had erected a gorgeous arch, beneath which +was a stage, which stretched from one side of the street to the other. +This was an historical pageant, representing the King's immediate +progenitors. There sat Elizabeth of York in the midst of an immense +white rose, whose petals formed elaborate furbelows around her; by her +side was Henry VII., issuing out of a vast red rose, disposed in the same +manner: the hands of the royal pair were locked together, and the +wedding-ring ostentatiously displayed. From the red and white roses +proceeded a stem, which reached up to a second stage, occupied by Henry +VIII., issuing from a red and white rose, with the effigy of the new +King's mother, Jane Seymour, represented by his side. One branch sprang +from this pair, which mounted to a third stage, where sat the effigy of +Edward VI. himself, enthroned in royal majesty; and the whole pageant was +framed with wreaths of roses, red and white.'</p> + +<p>This quaint and gaudy spectacle so wrought upon the rejoicing people, +that their acclamations utterly smothered the small voice of the child +whose business it was to explain the thing in eulogistic rhymes. But Tom +Canty was not sorry; for this loyal uproar was sweeter music to him than +any poetry, no matter what its quality might be. Whithersoever Tom +turned his happy young face, the people recognised the exactness of his +effigy's likeness to himself, the flesh and blood counterpart; and new +whirlwinds of applause burst forth.</p> + +<p>The great pageant moved on, and still on, under one triumphal arch after +another, and past a bewildering succession of spectacular and symbolical +tableaux, each of which typified and exalted some virtue, or talent, or +merit, of the little King's. 'Throughout the whole of Cheapside, from +every penthouse and window, hung banners and streamers; and the richest +carpets, stuffs, and cloth-of-gold tapestried the streets—specimens of +the great wealth of the stores within; and the splendour of this +thoroughfare was equalled in the other streets, and in some even +surpassed.'</p> + +<p>"And all these wonders and these marvels are to welcome me—me!" murmured +Tom Canty.</p> + +<p>The mock King's cheeks were flushed with excitement, his eyes were +flashing, his senses swam in a delirium of pleasure. At this point, just +as he was raising his hand to fling another rich largess, he caught sight +of a pale, astounded face, which was strained forward out of the second +rank of the crowd, its intense eyes riveted upon him. A sickening +consternation struck through him; he recognised his mother! and up flew +his hand, palm outward, before his eyes—that old involuntary gesture, +born of a forgotten episode, and perpetuated by habit. In an instant +more she had torn her way out of the press, and past the guards, and was +at his side. She embraced his leg, she covered it with kisses, she +cried, "O my child, my darling!" lifting toward him a face that was +transfigured with joy and love. The same instant an officer of the +King's Guard snatched her away with a curse, and sent her reeling back +whence she came with a vigorous impulse from his strong arm. The words +"I do not know you, woman!" were falling from Tom Canty's lips when this +piteous thing occurred; but it smote him to the heart to see her treated +so; and as she turned for a last glimpse of him, whilst the crowd was +swallowing her from his sight, she seemed so wounded, so broken-hearted, +that a shame fell upon him which consumed his pride to ashes, and +withered his stolen royalty. His grandeurs were stricken valueless: +they seemed to fall away from him like rotten rags.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-359"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-359.jpg (164K)" src="images/31-359.jpg" height="878" width="735"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>The procession moved on, and still on, through ever augmenting splendours +and ever augmenting tempests of welcome; but to Tom Canty they were as if +they had not been. He neither saw nor heard. Royalty had lost its grace +and sweetness; its pomps were become a reproach. Remorse was eating his +heart out. He said, "Would God I were free of my captivity!"</p> + +<p>He had unconsciously dropped back into the phraseology of the first days +of his compulsory greatness.</p> + +<p>The shining pageant still went winding like a radiant and interminable +serpent down the crooked lanes of the quaint old city, and through the +huzzaing hosts; but still the King rode with bowed head and vacant eyes, +seeing only his mother's face and that wounded look in it.</p> + +<p>"Largess, largess!" The cry fell upon an unheeding ear.</p> + +<p>"Long live Edward of England!" It seemed as if the earth shook with the +explosion; but there was no response from the King. He heard it only as +one hears the thunder of the surf when it is blown to the ear out of a +great distance, for it was smothered under another sound which was still +nearer, in his own breast, in his accusing conscience—a voice which kept +repeating those shameful words, "I do not know you, woman!"</p> + +<p>The words smote upon the King's soul as the strokes of a funeral bell +smite upon the soul of a surviving friend when they remind him of secret +treacheries suffered at his hands by him that is gone.</p> + +<p>New glories were unfolded at every turning; new wonders, new marvels, +sprang into view; the pent clamours of waiting batteries were released; +new raptures poured from the throats of the waiting multitudes: but the +King gave no sign, and the accusing voice that went moaning through his +comfortless breast was all the sound he heard.</p> + +<p>By-and-by the gladness in the faces of the populace changed a little, and +became touched with a something like solicitude or anxiety: an abatement +in the volume of the applause was observable too. The Lord Protector was +quick to notice these things: he was as quick to detect the cause. He +spurred to the King's side, bent low in his saddle, uncovered, and said—</p> + +<p>"My liege, it is an ill time for dreaming. The people observe thy +downcast head, thy clouded mien, and they take it for an omen. Be +advised: unveil the sun of royalty, and let it shine upon these boding +vapours, and disperse them. Lift up thy face, and smile upon the +people."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-361"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-361.jpg (78K)" src="images/31-361.jpg" height="515" width="766"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>So saying, the Duke scattered a handful of coins to right and left, then +retired to his place. The mock King did mechanically as he had been +bidden. His smile had no heart in it, but few eyes were near enough or +sharp enough to detect that. The noddings of his plumed head as he +saluted his subjects were full of grace and graciousness; the largess +which he delivered from his hand was royally liberal: so the people's +anxiety vanished, and the acclamations burst forth again in as mighty a +volume as before.</p> + +<p>Still once more, a little before the progress was ended, the Duke was +obliged to ride forward, and make remonstrance. He whispered—</p> + +<p>"O dread sovereign! shake off these fatal humours; the eyes of the world +are upon thee." Then he added with sharp annoyance, "Perdition catch +that crazy pauper! 'twas she that hath disturbed your Highness."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="31-362"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="31-362.jpg (119K)" src="images/31-362.jpg" height="631" width="736"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The gorgeous figure turned a lustreless eye upon the Duke, and said in a +dead voice—</p> + +<p>"She was my mother!"</p> + +<p>"My God!" groaned the Protector as he reined his horse backward to his +post, "the omen was pregnant with prophecy. 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It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. +It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it COULD have +happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old +days; it may be that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and +credited it.</b> +</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<h2> +CONTENTS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +XXXII. </td><td><a href="#c32">Coronation Day</a>.<br></td></tr><tr><td> +XXXIII. </td><td><a href="#c33">Edward as King.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> +Conclusion. </td><td><a href="#c34">Justice and Retribution.</a><br></td></tr><tr><td> + </td><td><a href="#35-403">Notes.</a><br></td></tr> + + + +</table> +</center> + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#32-363">CORONATION DAY</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-366">"GATHERS UP THE LADY'S LONG TRAIN"</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-368">"TOM CANTY APPEARED"</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-370">"AND FELL ON HIS KNEES BEFORE HIM"</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-373">"THE GREAT SEAL—FETCH IT HITHER"</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-375">"SIRE, THE SEAL IS NOT THERE"</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-377">"BETHINK THEE, MY KING"</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-379">"LONG LIVE THE TRUE KING!"</a><br><br> +<a href="#32-381">"TO CRACK NUTS WITH"</a><br><br> +<a href="#33-383">EDWARD AS KING</a><br><br> +<a href="#33-386">"HE STRETCHED HIMSELF ON THE GROUND"</a><br><br> +<a href="#33-389">"ARRESTED AS A SUSPICIOUS CHARACTER"</a><br><br> +<a href="#33-392">"IT IS HIS RIGHT"</a><br><br> +<a href="#33-394">"STRIP THIS ROBBER"</a><br><br> +<a href="#33-395">"TOM ROSE AND KISSED THE KING'S HAND"</a><br><br> +<a href="#34-397">JUSTICE AND RETRIBUTION</a><br><br> +<a href="#35-403">NOTES</a><br><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c32"></a> +<a name="32-363"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-363.jpg (51K)" src="images/32-363.jpg" height="434" width="682"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XXXII. Coronation Day.</p> + +<p>Let us go backward a few hours, and place ourselves in Westminster Abbey, +at four o'clock in the morning of this memorable Coronation Day. We are +not without company; for although it is still night, we find the +torch-lighted galleries already filling up with people who are well content to +sit still and wait seven or eight hours till the time shall come for them +to see what they may not hope to see twice in their lives—the coronation +of a King. Yes, London and Westminster have been astir ever since the +warning guns boomed at three o'clock, and already crowds of untitled rich +folk who have bought the privilege of trying to find sitting-room in the +galleries are flocking in at the entrances reserved for their sort.</p> + +<p>The hours drag along tediously enough. All stir has ceased for some +time, for every gallery has long ago been packed. We may sit, now, and +look and think at our leisure. We have glimpses, here and there and +yonder, through the dim cathedral twilight, of portions of many galleries +and balconies, wedged full with other people, the other portions of these +galleries and balconies being cut off from sight by intervening pillars +and architectural projections. We have in view the whole of the great +north transept—empty, and waiting for England's privileged ones. We see +also the ample area or platform, carpeted with rich stuffs, whereon the +throne stands. The throne occupies the centre of the platform, and is +raised above it upon an elevation of four steps. Within the seat of the +throne is enclosed a rough flat rock—the stone of Scone—which many +generations of Scottish kings sat on to be crowned, and so it in time +became holy enough to answer a like purpose for English monarchs. Both +the throne and its footstool are covered with cloth of gold.</p> + +<p>Stillness reigns, the torches blink dully, the time drags heavily. But at +last the lagging daylight asserts itself, the torches are extinguished, +and a mellow radiance suffuses the great spaces. All features of the +noble building are distinct now, but soft and dreamy, for the sun is +lightly veiled with clouds.</p> + +<p>At seven o'clock the first break in the drowsy monotony occurs; for on +the stroke of this hour the first peeress enters the transept, clothed +like Solomon for splendour, and is conducted to her appointed place by an +official clad in satins and velvets, whilst a duplicate of him gathers up +the lady's long train, follows after, and, when the lady is seated, +arranges the train across her lap for her. He then places her footstool +according to her desire, after which he puts her coronet where it will be +convenient to her hand when the time for the simultaneous coroneting of +the nobles shall arrive.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-366"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-366.jpg (53K)" src="images/32-366.jpg" height="366" width="732"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>By this time the peeresses are flowing in in a glittering stream, and the +satin-clad officials are flitting and glinting everywhere, seating them +and making them comfortable. The scene is animated enough now. There is +stir and life, and shifting colour everywhere. After a time, quiet +reigns again; for the peeresses are all come and are all in their places, +a solid acre or such a matter, of human flowers, resplendent in +variegated colours, and frosted like a Milky Way with diamonds. There +are all ages here: brown, wrinkled, white-haired dowagers who are able to +go back, and still back, down the stream of time, and recall the crowning +of Richard III. and the troublous days of that old forgotten age; and +there are handsome middle-aged dames; and lovely and gracious young +matrons; and gentle and beautiful young girls, with beaming eyes and +fresh complexions, who may possibly put on their jewelled coronets +awkwardly when the great time comes; for the matter will be new to them, +and their excitement will be a sore hindrance. Still, this may not +happen, for the hair of all these ladies has been arranged with a special +view to the swift and successful lodging of the crown in its place when +the signal comes.</p> + +<p>We have seen that this massed array of peeresses is sown thick with +diamonds, and we also see that it is a marvellous spectacle—but now we +are about to be astonished in earnest. About nine, the clouds suddenly +break away and a shaft of sunshine cleaves the mellow atmosphere, and +drifts slowly along the ranks of ladies; and every rank it touches flames +into a dazzling splendour of many-coloured fires, and we tingle to our +finger-tips with the electric thrill that is shot through us by the +surprise and the beauty of the spectacle! Presently a special envoy from +some distant corner of the Orient, marching with the general body of +foreign ambassadors, crosses this bar of sunshine, and we catch our +breath, the glory that streams and flashes and palpitates about him is so +overpowering; for he is crusted from head to heel with gems, and his +slightest movement showers a dancing radiance all around him.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-368"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-368.jpg (158K)" src="images/32-368.jpg" height="1017" width="732"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Let us change the tense for convenience. The time drifted along—one +hour—two hours—two hours and a half; then the deep booming of artillery +told that the King and his grand procession had arrived at last; so the +waiting multitude rejoiced. All knew that a further delay must follow, +for the King must be prepared and robed for the solemn ceremony; but this +delay would be pleasantly occupied by the assembling of the peers of the +realm in their stately robes. These were conducted ceremoniously to +their seats, and their coronets placed conveniently at hand; and +meanwhile the multitude in the galleries were alive with interest, for +most of them were beholding for the first time, dukes, earls, and barons, +whose names had been historical for five hundred years. When all were +finally seated, the spectacle from the galleries and all coigns of +vantage was complete; a gorgeous one to look upon and to remember.</p> + +<p>Now the robed and mitred great heads of the church, and their attendants, +filed in upon the platform and took their appointed places; these were +followed by the Lord Protector and other great officials, and these again +by a steel-clad detachment of the Guard.</p> + +<p>There was a waiting pause; then, at a signal, a triumphant peal of music +burst forth, and Tom Canty, clothed in a long robe of cloth of gold, +appeared at a door, and stepped upon the platform. The entire multitude +rose, and the ceremony of the Recognition ensued.</p> + +<p>Then a noble anthem swept the Abbey with its rich waves of sound; and +thus heralded and welcomed, Tom Canty was conducted to the throne. The +ancient ceremonies went on, with impressive solemnity, whilst the +audience gazed; and as they drew nearer and nearer to completion, Tom +Canty grew pale, and still paler, and a deep and steadily deepening woe +and despondency settled down upon his spirits and upon his remorseful +heart.</p> + +<p>At last the final act was at hand. The Archbishop of Canterbury lifted +up the crown of England from its cushion and held it out over the +trembling mock-King's head. In the same instant a rainbow-radiance +flashed along the spacious transept; for with one impulse every +individual in the great concourse of nobles lifted a coronet and poised +it over his or her head—and paused in that attitude.</p> + +<p>A deep hush pervaded the Abbey. At this impressive moment, a startling +apparition intruded upon the scene—an apparition observed by none in the +absorbed multitude, until it suddenly appeared, moving up the great +central aisle. It was a boy, bareheaded, ill shod, and clothed in coarse +plebeian garments that were falling to rags. He raised his hand with a +solemnity which ill comported with his soiled and sorry aspect, and +delivered this note of warning—</p> + +<p>"I forbid you to set the crown of England upon that forfeited head. I am +the King!"</p> + +<p>In an instant several indignant hands were laid upon the boy; but in the +same instant Tom Canty, in his regal vestments, made a swift step +forward, and cried out in a ringing voice—</p> + +<p>"Loose him and forbear! He IS the King!"</p> + +<p>A sort of panic of astonishment swept the assemblage, and they partly +rose in their places and stared in a bewildered way at one another and at +the chief figures in this scene, like persons who wondered whether they +were awake and in their senses, or asleep and dreaming. The Lord +Protector was as amazed as the rest, but quickly recovered himself, and +exclaimed in a voice of authority—</p> + +<p>"Mind not his Majesty, his malady is upon him again—seize the vagabond!"</p> + +<p>He would have been obeyed, but the mock-King stamped his foot and cried +out—</p> + +<p>"On your peril! Touch him not, he is the King!"</p> + +<p>The hands were withheld; a paralysis fell upon the house; no one moved, +no one spoke; indeed, no one knew how to act or what to say, in so +strange and surprising an emergency. While all minds were struggling to +right themselves, the boy still moved steadily forward, with high port +and confident mien; he had never halted from the beginning; and while the +tangled minds still floundered helplessly, he stepped upon the platform, +and the mock-King ran with a glad face to meet him; and fell on his knees +before him and said—</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lord the King, let poor Tom Canty be first to swear fealty to +thee, and say, 'Put on thy crown and enter into thine own again!'"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-370"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-370.jpg (121K)" src="images/32-370.jpg" height="553" width="708"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>The Lord Protector's eye fell sternly upon the new-comer's face; but +straightway the sternness vanished away, and gave place to an expression +of wondering surprise. This thing happened also to the other great +officers. They glanced at each other, and retreated a step by a common +and unconscious impulse. The thought in each mind was the same: "What a +strange resemblance!"</p> + +<p>The Lord Protector reflected a moment or two in perplexity, then he said, +with grave respectfulness—</p> + +<p>"By your favour, sir, I desire to ask certain questions which—"</p> + +<p>"I will answer them, my lord."</p> + +<p>The Duke asked him many questions about the Court, the late King, the +prince, the princesses—the boy answered them correctly and without +hesitating. He described the rooms of state in the palace, the late +King's apartments, and those of the Prince of Wales.</p> + +<p>It was strange; it was wonderful; yes, it was unaccountable—so all said +that heard it. The tide was beginning to turn, and Tom Canty's hopes to +run high, when the Lord Protector shook his head and said—</p> + +<p>"It is true it is most wonderful—but it is no more than our lord the +King likewise can do." This remark, and this reference to himself as +still the King, saddened Tom Canty, and he felt his hopes crumbling from +under him. "These are not PROOFS," added the Protector.</p> + +<p>The tide was turning very fast now, very fast indeed—but in the wrong +direction; it was leaving poor Tom Canty stranded on the throne, and +sweeping the other out to sea. The Lord Protector communed with +himself—shook his head—the thought forced itself upon him, "It is perilous to +the State and to us all, to entertain so fateful a riddle as this; it +could divide the nation and undermine the throne." He turned and said—</p> + +<p>"Sir Thomas, arrest this—No, hold!" His face lighted, and he confronted +the ragged candidate with this question—</p> + +<p>"Where lieth the Great Seal? Answer me this truly, and the riddle is +unriddled; for only he that was Prince of Wales CAN so answer! On so +trivial a thing hang a throne and a dynasty!"</p> + +<p>It was a lucky thought, a happy thought. That it was so considered by +the great officials was manifested by the silent applause that shot from +eye to eye around their circle in the form of bright approving glances. +Yes, none but the true prince could dissolve the stubborn mystery of the +vanished Great Seal—this forlorn little impostor had been taught his +lesson well, but here his teachings must fail, for his teacher himself +could not answer THAT question—ah, very good, very good indeed; now we +shall be rid of this troublesome and perilous business in short order! +And so they nodded invisibly and smiled inwardly with satisfaction, and +looked to see this foolish lad stricken with a palsy of guilty confusion. +How surprised they were, then, to see nothing of the sort happen—how +they marvelled to hear him answer up promptly, in a confident and +untroubled voice, and say—</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-373"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-373.jpg (201K)" src="images/32-373.jpg" height="1035" width="762"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"There is nought in this riddle that is difficult." Then, without so +much as a by-your-leave to anybody, he turned and gave this command, with +the easy manner of one accustomed to doing such things: "My Lord St. +John, go you to my private cabinet in the palace—for none knoweth the +place better than you—and, close down to the floor, in the left corner +remotest from the door that opens from the ante-chamber, you shall find +in the wall a brazen nail-head; press upon it and a little jewel-closet +will fly open which not even you do know of—no, nor any soul else in +all the world but me and the trusty artisan that did contrive it for me. +The first thing that falleth under your eye will be the Great Seal—fetch +it hither."</p> + +<p>All the company wondered at this speech, and wondered still more to see +the little mendicant pick out this peer without hesitancy or apparent +fear of mistake, and call him by name with such a placidly convincing air +of having known him all his life. The peer was almost surprised into +obeying. He even made a movement as if to go, but quickly recovered his +tranquil attitude and confessed his blunder with a blush. Tom Canty +turned upon him and said, sharply—</p> + +<p>"Why dost thou hesitate? Hast not heard the King's command? Go!"</p> + +<p>The Lord St. John made a deep obeisance—and it was observed that it was +a significantly cautious and non-committal one, it not being delivered at +either of the kings, but at the neutral ground about half-way between the +two—and took his leave.</p> + +<p>Now began a movement of the gorgeous particles of that official group +which was slow, scarcely perceptible, and yet steady and persistent—a +movement such as is observed in a kaleidoscope that is turned slowly, +whereby the components of one splendid cluster fall away and join +themselves to another—a movement which, little by little, in the present +case, dissolved the glittering crowd that stood about Tom Canty and +clustered it together again in the neighbourhood of the new-comer. Tom +Canty stood almost alone. Now ensued a brief season of deep suspense and +waiting—during which even the few faint hearts still remaining near Tom +Canty gradually scraped together courage enough to glide, one by one, +over to the majority. So at last Tom Canty, in his royal robes and +jewels, stood wholly alone and isolated from the world, a conspicuous +figure, occupying an eloquent vacancy.</p> + +<p>Now the Lord St. John was seen returning. As he advanced up the +mid-aisle the interest was so intense that the low murmur of conversation in +the great assemblage died out and was succeeded by a profound hush, a +breathless stillness, through which his footfalls pulsed with a dull and +distant sound. Every eye was fastened upon him as he moved along. He +reached the platform, paused a moment, then moved toward Tom Canty with a +deep obeisance, and said—</p> + +<p>"Sire, the Seal is not there!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-375"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-375.jpg (77K)" src="images/32-375.jpg" height="392" width="733"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>A mob does not melt away from the presence of a plague-patient with more +haste than the band of pallid and terrified courtiers melted away from +the presence of the shabby little claimant of the Crown. In a moment he +stood all alone, without friend or supporter, a target upon which was +concentrated a bitter fire of scornful and angry looks. The Lord +Protector called out fiercely—</p> + +<p>"Cast the beggar into the street, and scourge him through the town—the +paltry knave is worth no more consideration!"</p> + +<p>Officers of the guard sprang forward to obey, but Tom Canty waved them +off and said—</p> + +<p>"Back! Whoso touches him perils his life!"</p> + +<p>The Lord Protector was perplexed in the last degree. He said to the Lord +St. John—</p> + +<p>"Searched you well?—but it boots not to ask that. It doth seem passing +strange. Little things, trifles, slip out of one's ken, and one does not +think it matter for surprise; but how so bulky a thing as the Seal of +England can vanish away and no man be able to get track of it again—a +massy golden disk—"</p> + +<p>Tom Canty, with beaming eyes, sprang forward and shouted—</p> + +<p>"Hold, that is enough! Was it round?—and thick?—and had it letters and +devices graved upon it?—yes? Oh, NOW I know what this Great Seal is +that there's been such worry and pother about. An' ye had described it to +me, ye could have had it three weeks ago. Right well I know where it +lies; but it was not I that put it there—first."</p> + +<p>"Who, then, my liege?" asked the Lord Protector.</p> + +<p>"He that stands there—the rightful King of England. And he shall tell +you himself where it lies—then you will believe he knew it of his own +knowledge. Bethink thee, my King—spur thy memory—it was the last, the +very LAST thing thou didst that day before thou didst rush forth from the +palace, clothed in my rags, to punish the soldier that insulted me."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-377"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-377.jpg (85K)" src="images/32-377.jpg" height="466" width="744"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>A silence ensued, undisturbed by a movement or a whisper, and all eyes +were fixed upon the new-comer, who stood, with bent head and corrugated +brow, groping in his memory among a thronging multitude of valueless +recollections for one single little elusive fact, which, found, would +seat him upon a throne—unfound, would leave him as he was, for good and +all—a pauper and an outcast. Moment after moment passed—the moments +built themselves into minutes—still the boy struggled silently on, and +gave no sign. But at last he heaved a sigh, shook his head slowly, and +said, with a trembling lip and in a despondent voice—</p> + +<p>"I call the scene back—all of it—but the Seal hath no place in it." He +paused, then looked up, and said with gentle dignity, "My lords and +gentlemen, if ye will rob your rightful sovereign of his own for lack of +this evidence which he is not able to furnish, I may not stay ye, being +powerless. But—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, folly, oh, madness, my King!" cried Tom Canty, in a panic, +"wait!—think! Do not give up!—the cause is not lost! Nor SHALL be, neither! +List to what I say—follow every word—I am going to bring that morning +back again, every hap just as it happened. We talked—I told you of my +sisters, Nan and Bet—ah, yes, you remember that; and about mine old +grandam—and the rough games of the lads of Offal Court—yes, you +remember these things also; very well, follow me still, you shall recall +everything. You gave me food and drink, and did with princely courtesy +send away the servants, so that my low breeding might not shame me before +them—ah, yes, this also you remember."</p> + +<p>As Tom checked off his details, and the other boy nodded his head in +recognition of them, the great audience and the officials stared in +puzzled wonderment; the tale sounded like true history, yet how could +this impossible conjunction between a prince and a beggar-boy have come +about? Never was a company of people so perplexed, so interested, and so +stupefied, before.</p> + +<p>"For a jest, my prince, we did exchange garments. Then we stood before a +mirror; and so alike were we that both said it seemed as if there had +been no change made—yes, you remember that. Then you noticed that the +soldier had hurt my hand—look! here it is, I cannot yet even write with +it, the fingers are so stiff. At this your Highness sprang up, vowing +vengeance upon that soldier, and ran towards the door—you passed a +table—that thing you call the Seal lay on that table—you snatched it up +and looked eagerly about, as if for a place to hide it—your eye caught +sight of—"</p> + +<p>"There, 'tis sufficient!—and the good God be thanked!" exclaimed the +ragged claimant, in a mighty excitement. "Go, my good St. John—in an +arm-piece of the Milanese armour that hangs on the wall, thou'lt find the +Seal!"</p> + +<p>"Right, my King! right!" cried Tom Canty; "NOW the sceptre of England is +thine own; and it were better for him that would dispute it that he had +been born dumb! Go, my Lord St. John, give thy feet wings!"</p> + +<p>The whole assemblage was on its feet now, and well-nigh out of its mind +with uneasiness, apprehension, and consuming excitement. On the floor +and on the platform a deafening buzz of frantic conversation burst forth, +and for some time nobody knew anything or heard anything or was +interested in anything but what his neighbour was shouting into his ear, +or he was shouting into his neighbour's ear. Time—nobody knew how much +of it—swept by unheeded and unnoted. At last a sudden hush fell upon +the house, and in the same moment St. John appeared upon the platform, +and held the Great Seal aloft in his hand. Then such a shout went up—</p> + +<p>"Long live the true King!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-379"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-379.jpg (169K)" src="images/32-379.jpg" height="1010" width="720"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>For five minutes the air quaked with shouts and the crash of musical +instruments, and was white with a storm of waving handkerchiefs; and +through it all a ragged lad, the most conspicuous figure in England, +stood, flushed and happy and proud, in the centre of the spacious +platform, with the great vassals of the kingdom kneeling around him.</p> + +<p>Then all rose, and Tom Canty cried out—</p> + +<p>"Now, O my King, take these regal garments back, and give poor Tom, thy +servant, his shreds and remnants again."</p> + +<p>The Lord Protector spoke up—</p> + +<p>"Let the small varlet be stripped and flung into the Tower."</p> + +<p>But the new King, the true King, said—</p> + +<p>"I will not have it so. But for him I had not got my crown again—none +shall lay a hand upon him to harm him. And as for thee, my good uncle, +my Lord Protector, this conduct of thine is not grateful toward this poor +lad, for I hear he hath made thee a duke"—the Protector blushed—"yet he +was not a king; wherefore what is thy fine title worth now? To-morrow +you shall sue to me, THROUGH HIM, for its confirmation, else no duke, but +a simple earl, shalt thou remain."</p> + +<p>Under this rebuke, his Grace the Duke of Somerset retired a little from +the front for the moment. The King turned to Tom, and said kindly—"My +poor boy, how was it that you could remember where I hid the Seal when I +could not remember it myself?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, my King, that was easy, since I used it divers days."</p> + +<p>"Used it—yet could not explain where it was?"</p> + +<p>"I did not know it was THAT they wanted. They did not describe it, your +Majesty."</p> + +<p>"Then how used you it?"</p> + +<p>The red blood began to steal up into Tom's cheeks, and he dropped his +eyes and was silent.</p> + +<p>"Speak up, good lad, and fear nothing," said the King. "How used you the +Great Seal of England?"</p> + +<p>Tom stammered a moment, in a pathetic confusion, then got it out—</p> + +<p>"To crack nuts with!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="32-381"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="32-381.jpg (59K)" src="images/32-381.jpg" height="298" width="732"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Poor child, the avalanche of laughter that greeted this nearly swept him +off his feet. But if a doubt remained in any mind that Tom Canty was not +the King of England and familiar with the august appurtenances of +royalty, this reply disposed of it utterly.</p> + +<p>Meantime the sumptuous robe of state had been removed from Tom's +shoulders to the King's, whose rags were effectually hidden from sight +under it. Then the coronation ceremonies were resumed; the true King was +anointed and the crown set upon his head, whilst cannon thundered the +news to the city, and all London seemed to rock with applause.</p> + + + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c33"></a> +<a name="33-383"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="33-383.jpg (86K)" src="images/33-383.jpg" height="784" width="641"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Chapter XXXIII. Edward as King.</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon was picturesque enough before he got into the riot on London +Bridge—he was more so when he got out of it. He had but little money +when he got in, none at all when he got out. The pickpockets had +stripped him of his last farthing.</p> + +<p>But no matter, so he found his boy. Being a soldier, he did not go at +his task in a random way, but set to work, first of all, to arrange his +campaign.</p> + +<p>What would the boy naturally do? Where would he naturally go? +Well—argued Miles—he would naturally go to his former haunts, for that is the +instinct of unsound minds, when homeless and forsaken, as well as of +sound ones. Whereabouts were his former haunts? His rags, taken +together with the low villain who seemed to know him and who even claimed +to be his father, indicated that his home was in one or another of the +poorest and meanest districts of London. Would the search for him be +difficult, or long? No, it was likely to be easy and brief. He would +not hunt for the boy, he would hunt for a crowd; in the centre of a big +crowd or a little one, sooner or later, he should find his poor little +friend, sure; and the mangy mob would be entertaining itself with +pestering and aggravating the boy, who would be proclaiming himself King, +as usual. Then Miles Hendon would cripple some of those people, and +carry off his little ward, and comfort and cheer him with loving words, +and the two would never be separated any more.</p> + +<p>So Miles started on his quest. Hour after hour he tramped through back +alleys and squalid streets, seeking groups and crowds, and finding no end +of them, but never any sign of the boy. This greatly surprised him, but +did not discourage him. To his notion, there was nothing the matter with +his plan of campaign; the only miscalculation about it was that the +campaign was becoming a lengthy one, whereas he had expected it to be +short.</p> + +<p>When daylight arrived, at last, he had made many a mile, and canvassed +many a crowd, but the only result was that he was tolerably tired, rather +hungry and very sleepy. He wanted some breakfast, but there was no way +to get it. To beg for it did not occur to him; as to pawning his sword, +he would as soon have thought of parting with his honour; he could spare +some of his clothes—yes, but one could as easily find a customer for a +disease as for such clothes.</p> + +<p>At noon he was still tramping—among the rabble which followed after the +royal procession, now; for he argued that this regal display would +attract his little lunatic powerfully. He followed the pageant through +all its devious windings about London, and all the way to Westminster and +the Abbey. He drifted here and there amongst the multitudes that were +massed in the vicinity for a weary long time, baffled and perplexed, and +finally wandered off, thinking, and trying to contrive some way to better +his plan of campaign. By-and-by, when he came to himself out of his +musings, he discovered that the town was far behind him and that the day +was growing old. He was near the river, and in the country; it was a +region of fine rural seats—not the sort of district to welcome clothes +like his.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="33-386"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="33-386.jpg (94K)" src="images/33-386.jpg" height="482" width="718"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>It was not at all cold; so he stretched himself on the ground in the lee +of a hedge to rest and think. Drowsiness presently began to settle upon +his senses; the faint and far-off boom of cannon was wafted to his ear, +and he said to himself, "The new King is crowned," and straightway fell +asleep. He had not slept or rested, before, for more than thirty hours. +He did not wake again until near the middle of the next morning.</p> + +<p>He got up, lame, stiff, and half famished, washed himself in the river, +stayed his stomach with a pint or two of water, and trudged off toward +Westminster, grumbling at himself for having wasted so much time. Hunger +helped him to a new plan, now; he would try to get speech with old Sir +Humphrey Marlow and borrow a few marks, and—but that was enough of a +plan for the present; it would be time enough to enlarge it when this +first stage should be accomplished.</p> + +<p>Toward eleven o'clock he approached the palace; and although a host of +showy people were about him, moving in the same direction, he was not +inconspicuous—his costume took care of that. He watched these people's +faces narrowly, hoping to find a charitable one whose possessor might be +willing to carry his name to the old lieutenant—as to trying to get into +the palace himself, that was simply out of the question.</p> + +<p>Presently our whipping-boy passed him, then wheeled about and scanned his +figure well, saying to himself, "An' that is not the very vagabond his +Majesty is in such a worry about, then am I an ass—though belike I was +that before. He answereth the description to a rag—that God should make +two such would be to cheapen miracles by wasteful repetition. I would I +could contrive an excuse to speak with him."</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon saved him the trouble; for he turned about, then, as a man +generally will when somebody mesmerises him by gazing hard at him from +behind; and observing a strong interest in the boy's eyes, he stepped +toward him and said—</p> + +<p>"You have just come out from the palace; do you belong there?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, your worship."</p> + +<p>"Know you Sir Humphrey Marlow?"</p> + +<p>The boy started, and said to himself, "Lord! mine old departed father!" +Then he answered aloud, "Right well, your worship."</p> + +<p>"Good—is he within?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the boy; and added, to himself, "within his grave."</p> + +<p>"Might I crave your favour to carry my name to him, and say I beg to say +a word in his ear?"</p> + +<p>"I will despatch the business right willingly, fair sir."</p> + +<p>"Then say Miles Hendon, son of Sir Richard, is here without—I shall be +greatly bounden to you, my good lad."</p> + +<p>The boy looked disappointed. "The King did not name him so," he said to +himself; "but it mattereth not, this is his twin brother, and can give +his Majesty news of t'other Sir-Odds-and-Ends, I warrant." So he said to +Miles, "Step in there a moment, good sir, and wait till I bring you +word."</p> + +<p>Hendon retired to the place indicated—it was a recess sunk in the palace +wall, with a stone bench in it—a shelter for sentinels in bad weather. +He had hardly seated himself when some halberdiers, in charge of an +officer, passed by. The officer saw him, halted his men, and commanded +Hendon to come forth. He obeyed, and was promptly arrested as a +suspicious character prowling within the precincts of the palace. Things +began to look ugly. Poor Miles was going to explain, but the officer +roughly silenced him, and ordered his men to disarm him and search him.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="33-389"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="33-389.jpg (117K)" src="images/33-389.jpg" height="658" width="720"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"God of his mercy grant that they find somewhat," said poor Miles; "I +have searched enow, and failed, yet is my need greater than theirs."</p> + +<p>Nothing was found but a document. The officer tore it open, and Hendon +smiled when he recognised the 'pot-hooks' made by his lost little friend +that black day at Hendon Hall. The officer's face grew dark as he read +the English paragraph, and Miles blenched to the opposite colour as he +listened.</p> + +<p>"Another new claimant of the Crown!" cried the officer. "Verily they +breed like rabbits, to-day. Seize the rascal, men, and see ye keep him +fast whilst I convey this precious paper within and send it to the King."</p> + +<p>He hurried away, leaving the prisoner in the grip of the halberdiers.</p> + +<p>"Now is my evil luck ended at last," muttered Hendon, "for I shall dangle +at a rope's end for a certainty, by reason of that bit of writing. And +what will become of my poor lad!—ah, only the good God knoweth."</p> + +<p>By-and-by he saw the officer coming again, in a great hurry; so he +plucked his courage together, purposing to meet his trouble as became a +man. The officer ordered the men to loose the prisoner and return his +sword to him; then bowed respectfully, and said—</p> + +<p>"Please you, sir, to follow me."</p> + +<p>Hendon followed, saying to himself, "An' I were not travelling to death +and judgment, and so must needs economise in sin, I would throttle this +knave for his mock courtesy."</p> + +<p>The two traversed a populous court, and arrived at the grand entrance of +the palace, where the officer, with another bow, delivered Hendon into +the hands of a gorgeous official, who received him with profound respect +and led him forward through a great hall, lined on both sides with rows +of splendid flunkeys (who made reverential obeisance as the two passed +along, but fell into death-throes of silent laughter at our stately +scarecrow the moment his back was turned), and up a broad staircase, +among flocks of fine folk, and finally conducted him into a vast room, +clove a passage for him through the assembled nobility of England, then +made a bow, reminded him to take his hat off, and left him standing in +the middle of the room, a mark for all eyes, for plenty of indignant +frowns, and for a sufficiency of amused and derisive smiles.</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon was entirely bewildered. There sat the young King, under a +canopy of state, five steps away, with his head bent down and aside, +speaking with a sort of human bird of paradise—a duke, maybe. Hendon +observed to himself that it was hard enough to be sentenced to death in +the full vigour of life, without having this peculiarly public +humiliation added. He wished the King would hurry about it—some of the +gaudy people near by were becoming pretty offensive. At this moment the +King raised his head slightly, and Hendon caught a good view of his face. +The sight nearly took his breath away!—He stood gazing at the fair young +face like one transfixed; then presently ejaculated—</p> + +<p>"Lo, the Lord of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows on his throne!"</p> + +<p>He muttered some broken sentences, still gazing and marvelling; then +turned his eyes around and about, scanning the gorgeous throng and the +splendid saloon, murmuring, "But these are REAL—verily these are +REAL—surely it is not a dream."</p> + +<p>He stared at the King again—and thought, "IS it a dream . . . or IS he +the veritable Sovereign of England, and not the friendless poor Tom o' +Bedlam I took him for—who shall solve me this riddle?"</p> + +<p>A sudden idea flashed in his eye, and he strode to the wall, gathered up +a chair, brought it back, planted it on the floor, and sat down in it!</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="33-392"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="33-392.jpg (184K)" src="images/33-392.jpg" height="1039" width="746"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>A buzz of indignation broke out, a rough hand was laid upon him and a +voice exclaimed—</p> + +<p>"Up, thou mannerless clown! would'st sit in the presence of the King?"</p> + +<p>The disturbance attracted his Majesty's attention, who stretched forth +his hand and cried out—</p> + +<p>"Touch him not, it is his right!"</p> + +<p>The throng fell back, stupefied. The King went on—</p> + +<p>"Learn ye all, ladies, lords, and gentlemen, that this is my trusty and +well-beloved servant, Miles Hendon, who interposed his good sword and +saved his prince from bodily harm and possible death—and for this he is +a knight, by the King's voice. Also learn, that for a higher service, in +that he saved his sovereign stripes and shame, taking these upon himself, +he is a peer of England, Earl of Kent, and shall have gold and lands meet +for the dignity. More—the privilege which he hath just exercised is his +by royal grant; for we have ordained that the chiefs of his line shall +have and hold the right to sit in the presence of the Majesty of England +henceforth, age after age, so long as the crown shall endure. Molest him +not."</p> + +<p>Two persons, who, through delay, had only arrived from the country during +this morning, and had now been in this room only five minutes, stood +listening to these words and looking at the King, then at the scarecrow, +then at the King again, in a sort of torpid bewilderment. These were Sir +Hugh and the Lady Edith. But the new Earl did not see them. He was +still staring at the monarch, in a dazed way, and muttering—</p> + +<p>"Oh, body o' me! THIS my pauper! This my lunatic! This is he whom _I_ +would show what grandeur was, in my house of seventy rooms and +seven-and-twenty servants! This is he who had never known aught but rags for +raiment, kicks for comfort, and offal for diet! This is he whom _I_ +adopted and would make respectable! Would God I had a bag to hide my head +in!"</p> + +<p>Then his manners suddenly came back to him, and he dropped upon his +knees, with his hands between the King's, and swore allegiance and did +homage for his lands and titles. Then he rose and stood respectfully +aside, a mark still for all eyes—and much envy, too.</p> + +<p>Now the King discovered Sir Hugh, and spoke out with wrathful voice and +kindling eye—</p> + +<p>"Strip this robber of his false show and stolen estates, and put him +under lock and key till I have need of him."</p> + +<p>The late Sir Hugh was led away.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="33-394"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="33-394.jpg (165K)" src="images/33-394.jpg" height="828" width="719"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>There was a stir at the other end of the room, now; the assemblage fell +apart, and Tom Canty, quaintly but richly clothed, marched down, between +these living walls, preceded by an usher. He knelt before the King, who +said—</p> + +<p>"I have learned the story of these past few weeks, and am well pleased +with thee. Thou hast governed the realm with right royal gentleness and +mercy. Thou hast found thy mother and thy sisters again? Good; they +shall be cared for—and thy father shall hang, if thou desire it and the +law consent. Know, all ye that hear my voice, that from this day, they +that abide in the shelter of Christ's Hospital and share the King's +bounty shall have their minds and hearts fed, as well as their baser +parts; and this boy shall dwell there, and hold the chief place in its +honourable body of governors, during life. And for that he hath been a +king, it is meet that other than common observance shall be his due; +wherefore note this his dress of state, for by it he shall be known, and +none shall copy it; and wheresoever he shall come, it shall remind the +people that he hath been royal, in his time, and none shall deny him his +due of reverence or fail to give him salutation. He hath the throne's +protection, he hath the crown's support, he shall be known and called by +the honourable title of the King's Ward."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="33-395"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="33-395.jpg (145K)" src="images/33-395.jpg" height="772" width="708"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The proud and happy Tom Canty rose and kissed the King's hand, and was +conducted from the presence. He did not waste any time, but flew to his +mother, to tell her and Nan and Bet all about it and get them to help him +enjoy the great news. {1}</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c34"></a> +<a name="34-397"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="34-397.jpg (58K)" src="images/34-397.jpg" height="477" width="750"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Conclusion. Justice and retribution.</p> + +<p>When the mysteries were all cleared up, it came out, by confession of +Hugh Hendon, that his wife had repudiated Miles by his command, that day +at Hendon Hall—a command assisted and supported by the perfectly +trustworthy promise that if she did not deny that he was Miles Hendon, +and stand firmly to it, he would have her life; whereupon she said, "Take +it!"—she did not value it—and she would not repudiate Miles; then the +husband said he would spare her life but have Miles assassinated! This +was a different matter; so she gave her word and kept it.</p> + +<p>Hugh was not prosecuted for his threats or for stealing his brother's +estates and title, because the wife and brother would not testify against +him—and the former would not have been allowed to do it, even if she had +wanted to. Hugh deserted his wife and went over to the continent, where +he presently died; and by-and-by the Earl of Kent married his relict. +There were grand times and rejoicings at Hendon village when the couple +paid their first visit to the Hall.</p> + +<p>Tom Canty's father was never heard of again.</p> + +<p>The King sought out the farmer who had been branded and sold as a slave, +and reclaimed him from his evil life with the Ruffler's gang, and put him +in the way of a comfortable livelihood.</p> + +<p>He also took that old lawyer out of prison and remitted his fine. He +provided good homes for the daughters of the two Baptist women whom he +saw burned at the stake, and roundly punished the official who laid the +undeserved stripes upon Miles Hendon's back.</p> + +<p>He saved from the gallows the boy who had captured the stray falcon, and +also the woman who had stolen a remnant of cloth from a weaver; but he +was too late to save the man who had been convicted of killing a deer in +the royal forest.</p> + +<p>He showed favour to the justice who had pitied him when he was supposed +to have stolen a pig, and he had the gratification of seeing him grow in +the public esteem and become a great and honoured man.</p> + +<p>As long as the King lived he was fond of telling the story of his +adventures, all through, from the hour that the sentinel cuffed him away +from the palace gate till the final midnight when he deftly mixed himself +into a gang of hurrying workmen and so slipped into the Abbey and climbed +up and hid himself in the Confessor's tomb, and then slept so long, next +day, that he came within one of missing the Coronation altogether. He +said that the frequent rehearsing of the precious lesson kept him strong +in his purpose to make its teachings yield benefits to his people; and +so, whilst his life was spared he should continue to tell the story, and +thus keep its sorrowful spectacles fresh in his memory and the springs of +pity replenished in his heart.</p> + +<p>Miles Hendon and Tom Canty were favourites of the King, all through his +brief reign, and his sincere mourners when he died. The good Earl of Kent +had too much sense to abuse his peculiar privilege; but he exercised it +twice after the instance we have seen of it before he was called from +this world—once at the accession of Queen Mary, and once at the +accession of Queen Elizabeth. A descendant of his exercised it at the +accession of James I. Before this one's son chose to use the privilege, +near a quarter of a century had elapsed, and the 'privilege of the Kents' +had faded out of most people's memories; so, when the Kent of that day +appeared before Charles I. and his court and sat down in the sovereign's +presence to assert and perpetuate the right of his house, there was a +fine stir indeed! But the matter was soon explained, and the right +confirmed. The last Earl of the line fell in the wars of the +Commonwealth fighting for the King, and the odd privilege ended with him.</p> + +<p>Tom Canty lived to be a very old man, a handsome, white-haired old +fellow, of grave and benignant aspect. As long as he lasted he was +honoured; and he was also reverenced, for his striking and peculiar +costume kept the people reminded that 'in his time he had been royal;' +so, wherever he appeared the crowd fell apart, making way for him, and +whispering, one to another, "Doff thy hat, it is the King's Ward!"—and +so they saluted, and got his kindly smile in return—and they valued it, +too, for his was an honourable history.</p> + +<p>Yes, King Edward VI. lived only a few years, poor boy, but he lived them +worthily. More than once, when some great dignitary, some gilded vassal +of the crown, made argument against his leniency, and urged that some law +which he was bent upon amending was gentle enough for its purpose, and +wrought no suffering or oppression which any one need mightily mind, the +young King turned the mournful eloquence of his great compassionate eyes +upon him and answered—</p> + +<p>"What dost THOU know of suffering and oppression? I and my people know, +but not thou."</p> + +<p>The reign of Edward VI. was a singularly merciful one for those harsh +times. Now that we are taking leave of him, let us try to keep this in +our minds, to his credit.</p> + +<br><br><hr><br> +<br><br> +<a name="c35"></a> +<a name="35-403"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="35-403.jpg (46K)" src="images/35-403.jpg" height="464" width="728"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>FOOTNOTES AND TWAIN'S NOTES</p> + +<p> + +{1} For Mark Twain's note see below under the relevant chapter heading.</p> + +<p>{2} He refers to the order of baronets, or baronettes; the barones +minores, as distinct from the parliamentary barons—not, it need hardly +be said, to the baronets of later creation.</p> + +<p>{3} The lords of Kingsale, descendants of De Courcy, still enjoy this +curious privilege.</p> + +<p>{4} Hume.</p> + +<p>{5} Ib.</p> + +<p>{6} Leigh Hunt's 'The Town,' p.408, quotation from an early tourist.</p> + +<p>{7} Canting terms for various kinds of thieves, beggars and vagabonds, +and their female companions.</p> + +<p>{8} From 'The English Rogue.' London, 1665.</p> + +<p>{9} Hume's England.</p> + +<p>{10} See Dr. J. Hammond Trumbull's Blue Laws, True and False, p. 11.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 1, Chapter IV. Christ's Hospital Costume.</p> + +<p>It is most reasonable to regard the dress as copied from the costume of +the citizens of London of that period, when long blue coats were the +common habit of apprentices and serving-men, and yellow stockings were +generally worn; the coat fits closely to the body, but has loose sleeves, +and beneath is worn a sleeveless yellow under-coat; around the waist is a +red leathern girdle; a clerical band around the neck, and a small flat +black cap, about the size of a saucer, completes the costume.—Timbs' +Curiosities of London.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 2, Chapter IV.</p> + +<p>It appears that Christ's Hospital was not originally founded as a SCHOOL; +its object was to rescue children from the streets, to shelter, feed, +clothe them.—Timbs' Curiosities of London.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 3, Chapter V. The Duke of Norfolk's Condemnation commanded.</p> + +<p>The King was now approaching fast towards his end; and fearing lest +Norfolk should escape him, he sent a message to the Commons, by which he +desired them to hasten the Bill, on pretence that Norfolk enjoyed the +dignity of Earl Marshal, and it was necessary to appoint another, who +might officiate at the ensuing ceremony of installing his son Prince of +Wales.—Hume's History of England, vol. iii. p. 307.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 4, Chapter VII.</p> + +<p>It was not till the end of this reign (Henry VIII.) that any salads, +carrots, turnips, or other edible roots were produced in England. The +little of these vegetables that was used was formerly imported from +Holland and Flanders. Queen Catherine, when she wanted a salad, was +obliged to despatch a messenger thither on purpose.—Hume's History of +England, vol. iii. p. 314.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 5, Chapter VIII. Attainder of Norfolk.</p> + +<p>The House of Peers, without examining the prisoner, without trial or +evidence, passed a Bill of Attainder against him and sent it down to the +Commons . . . The obsequious Commons obeyed his (the King's) directions; +and the King, having affixed the Royal assent to the Bill by +commissioners, issued orders for the execution of Norfolk on the morning +of January 29 (the next day).—Hume's History of England, vol iii. p 306.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 6, Chapter X. The Loving-cup.</p> + +<p>The loving-cup, and the peculiar ceremonies observed in drinking from it, +are older than English history. It is thought that both are Danish +importations. As far back as knowledge goes, the loving-cup has always +been drunk at English banquets. Tradition explains the ceremonies in +this way. In the rude ancient times it was deemed a wise precaution to +have both hands of both drinkers employed, lest while the pledger pledged +his love and fidelity to the pledgee, the pledgee take that opportunity +to slip a dirk into him!</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 7, Chapter XI. The Duke of Norfolk's narrow Escape.</p> + +<p>Had Henry VIII. survived a few hours longer, his order for the duke's +execution would have been carried into effect. 'But news being carried to +the Tower that the King himself had expired that night, the lieutenant +deferred obeying the warrant; and it was not thought advisable by the +Council to begin a new reign by the death of the greatest nobleman in the +kingdom, who had been condemned by a sentence so unjust and +tyrannical.'—Hume's History of England, vol. iii, p. 307.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 8, Chapter XIV. The Whipping-boy.</p> + +<p>James I. and Charles II. had whipping-boys, when they were little +fellows, to take their punishment for them when they fell short in their +lessons; so I have ventured to furnish my small prince with one, for my +own purposes.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTES to Chapter XV.</p> + +<p>Character of Hertford.</p> + +<p>The young King discovered an extreme attachment to his uncle, who was, in +the main, a man of moderation and probity.—Hume's History of England, +vol. iii, p324.</p> + +<p>But if he (the Protector) gave offence by assuming too much state, he +deserves great praise on account of the laws passed this session, by +which the rigour of former statutes was much mitigated, and some security +given to the freedom of the constitution. All laws were repealed which +extended the crime of treason beyond the statute of the twenty-fifth of +Edward III.; all laws enacted during the late reign extending the crime +of felony; all the former laws against Lollardy or heresy, together with +the statute of the Six Articles. None were to be accused for words, but +within a month after they were spoken. By these repeals several of the +most rigorous laws that ever had passed in England were annulled; and +some dawn, both of civil and religious liberty, began to appear to the +people. A repeal also passed of that law, the destruction of all laws, +by which the King's proclamation was made of equal force with a statute. +—Ibid. vol. iii. p. 339.</p> + +<p>Boiling to Death.</p> + +<p>In the reign of Henry VIII. poisoners were, by Act of Parliament, +condemned to be BOILED TO DEATH. This Act was repealed in the following +reign.</p> + +<p>In Germany, even in the seventeenth century, this horrible punishment was +inflicted on coiners and counterfeiters. Taylor, the Water Poet, +describes an execution he witnessed in Hamburg in 1616. The judgment +pronounced against a coiner of false money was that he should 'BE BOILED +TO DEATH IN OIL; not thrown into the vessel at once, but with a pulley or +rope to be hanged under the armpits, and then let down into the oil BY +DEGREES; first the feet, and next the legs, and so to boil his flesh from +his bones alive.'—Dr. J. Hammond Trumbull's Blue Laws, True and False, +p. 13.</p> + +<p>The Famous Stocking Case.</p> + +<p>A woman and her daughter, NINE YEARS OLD, were hanged in Huntingdon for +selling their souls to the devil, and raising a storm by pulling off +their stockings!—Dr. J. Hammond Trumbull's Blue Laws, True and False, p. +20.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTE 10, Chapter XVII. Enslaving.</p> + +<p>So young a King and so ignorant a peasant were likely to make mistakes; +and this is an instance in point. This peasant was suffering from this +law BY ANTICIPATION; the King was venting his indignation against a law +which was not yet in existence; for this hideous statute was to have +birth in this little King's OWN REIGN. However, we know, from the +humanity of his character, that it could never have been suggested by +him.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTES to Chapter XXIII. Death for Trifling Larcenies.</p> + +<p>When Connecticut and New Haven were framing their first codes, larceny +above the value of twelve pence was a capital crime in England—as it had +been since the time of Henry I.—Dr. J. Hammond Trumbull's Blue Laws, +True and False, p. 17.</p> + +<p>The curious old book called The English Rogue makes the limit thirteen +pence ha'penny: death being the portion of any who steal a thing 'above +the value of thirteen pence ha'penny.'</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTES to Chapter XXVII.</p> + +<p>From many descriptions of larceny the law expressly took away the benefit +of clergy: to steal a horse, or a HAWK, or woollen cloth from the +weaver, was a hanging matter. So it was to kill a deer from the King's +forest, or to export sheep from the kingdom.—Dr. J. Hammond Trumbull's +Blue Laws, True and False, p.13.</p> + +<p>William Prynne, a learned barrister, was sentenced (long after Edward +VI.'s time) to lose both his ears in the pillory, to degradation from the +bar, a fine of 3,000 pounds, and imprisonment for life. Three years +afterwards he gave new offence to Laud by publishing a pamphlet against +the hierarchy. He was again prosecuted, and was sentenced to lose WHAT +REMAINED OF HIS EARS, to pay a fine of 5,000 pounds, to be BRANDED ON +BOTH HIS CHEEKS with the letters S. L. (for Seditious Libeller), and to +remain in prison for life. The severity of this sentence was equalled by +the savage rigour of its execution.—Ibid. p. 12.</p> + +<p><br><br><br>NOTES to Chapter XXXIII.</p> + +<p>Christ's Hospital, or Bluecoat School, 'the noblest institution in the +world.'</p> + +<p>The ground on which the Priory of the Grey Friars stood was conferred by +Henry VIII. on the Corporation of London (who caused the institution +there of a home for poor boys and girls). Subsequently, Edward VI. caused +the old Priory to be properly repaired, and founded within it that noble +establishment called the Bluecoat School, or Christ's Hospital, for the +EDUCATION and maintenance of orphans and the children of indigent persons +. . . Edward would not let him (Bishop Ridley) depart till the letter was +written (to the Lord Mayor), and then charged him to deliver it himself, +and signify his special request and commandment that no time might be +lost in proposing what was convenient, and apprising him of the +proceedings. The work was zealously undertaken, Ridley himself engaging +in it; and the result was the founding of Christ's Hospital for the +education of poor children. (The King endowed several other charities at +the same time.) "Lord God," said he, "I yield Thee most hearty thanks +that Thou hast given me life thus long to finish this work to the glory +of Thy name!" That innocent and most exemplary life was drawing rapidly +to its close, and in a few days he rendered up his spirit to his Creator, +praying God to defend the realm from Papistry.—J. Heneage Jesse's +London: its Celebrated Characters and Places.</p> + +<p>In the Great Hall hangs a large picture of King Edward VI. seated on his +throne, in a scarlet and ermined robe, holding the sceptre in his left +hand, and presenting with the other the Charter to the kneeling Lord +Mayor. By his side stands the Chancellor, holding the seals, and next to +him are other officers of state. Bishop Ridley kneels before him with +uplifted hands, as if supplicating a blessing on the event; whilst the +Aldermen, etc., with the Lord Mayor, kneel on both sides, occupying the +middle ground of the picture; and lastly, in front, are a double row of +boys on one side and girls on the other, from the master and matron down +to the boy and girl who have stepped forward from their respective rows, +and kneel with raised hands before the King.—Timbs' Curiosities of +London, p. 98.</p> + +<p>Christ's Hospital, by ancient custom, possesses the privilege of +addressing the Sovereign on the occasion of his or her coming into the +City to partake of the hospitality of the Corporation of London.—Ibid.</p> + +<p>The Dining Hall, with its lobby and organ-gallery, occupies the entire +storey, which is 187 feet long, 51 feet wide, and 47 feet high; it is lit +by nine large windows, filled with stained glass on the south side; and +is, next to Westminster Hall, the noblest room in the metropolis. Here +the boys, now about 800 in number, dine; and here are held the 'Suppings +in Public,' to which visitors are admitted by tickets issued by the +Treasurer and by the Governors of Christ's Hospital. The tables are laid +with cheese in wooden bowls, beer in wooden piggins, poured from leathern +jacks, and bread brought in large baskets. The official company enter; +the Lord Mayor, or President, takes his seat in a state chair made of oak +from St. Catherine's Church, by the Tower; a hymn is sung, accompanied by +the organ; a 'Grecian,' or head boy, reads the prayers from the pulpit, +silence being enforced by three drops of a wooden hammer. After prayer +the supper commences, and the visitors walk between the tables. At its +close the 'trade-boys' take up the baskets, bowls, jacks, piggins, and +candlesticks, and pass in procession, the bowing to the Governors being +curiously formal. This spectacle was witnessed by Queen Victoria and +Prince Albert in 1845.</p> + +<p>Among the more eminent Bluecoat boys are Joshua Barnes, editor of +Anacreon and Euripides; Jeremiah Markland, the eminent critic, +particularly in Greek Literature; Camden, the antiquary; Bishop +Stillingfleet; Samuel Richardson, the novelist; Thomas Mitchell, the +translator of Aristophanes; Thomas Barnes, many years editor of the +London Times; Coleridge, Charles Lamb, and Leigh Hunt.</p> + +<p>No boy is admitted before he is seven years old, or after he is nine; and +no boy can remain in the school after he is fifteen, King's boys and +'Grecians' alone excepted. There are about 500 Governors, at the head of +whom are the Sovereign and the Prince of Wales. The qualification for a +Governor is payment of 500 pounds.—Ibid.</p> + +<br><br><br> +<p> +GENERAL NOTE.</p> + +<p> +One hears much about the 'hideous Blue Laws of Connecticut,' and is +accustomed to shudder piously when they are mentioned. There are people +in America—and even in England!—who imagine that they were a very +monument of malignity, pitilessness, and inhumanity; whereas in reality +they were about the first SWEEPING DEPARTURE FROM JUDICIAL ATROCITY which +the 'civilised' world had seen. This humane and kindly Blue Law Code, of +two hundred and forty years ago, stands all by itself, with ages of +bloody law on the further side of it, and a century and three-quarters of +bloody English law on THIS side of it.</p> + +<p>There has never been a time—under the Blue Laws or any other—when above +FOURTEEN crimes were punishable by death in Connecticut. But in England, +within the memory of men who are still hale in body and mind, TWO HUNDRED +AND TWENTY-THREE crimes were punishable by death! {10} These facts are +worth knowing—and worth thinking about, too.</p> + + + +<br> +<br> + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p8.htm">Previous Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="1837-h.htm">Main Index</a> +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + +</body> +</html> + |
