university of Connecticut ibraries hbl, stx PZ 3.C59Pr6 Prince and the pauper; 3 T1S3 DD7MT7S3 E •^ N7 VoO o o Hugh Lathvier, Bishop of Worcester^ to Lord Cromwell, on the birth of the Prince of Wales (^afterzvard Edward VI.). FROM THE NATIONAL MANUSCRIPTS PEESEKVED BY THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT. t-^'J^~ ^-^-"^ /CV'-TiM- .( ^ y>-^-ifUr- J -yT^'"^ -A^-^^-i j-. ^►c- £v44- il-^.^ ^/,.~ y-^ 4^.^ I / Hugh Latlmee, Bishojy of Worcester, to Lord Cromwell, on the birth of the FniNCE OF Wales (aftertvard Edward VI.). FROM THE XATIOXAI. MANUSCKIPTS PKESERVEI) BY THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT. Ryglit honorable, Salutem in Christo Jesa, and S3T here ys no lesse jo3'nge and rejossjuige in thes partees for the byrth of our prynce, hoom we hungiirdc for so longe, then ther was (I trow), inter vicinos att the bjTth of S. I. Baptj-ste, as thys berer, Master Erance, can telle you. Gode gyffe us alle grace, to yelde dew thankes to our Lordc Gode, Gode of Inglonde, for verel}' He bathe sho^d Hym selff Gode of Inglondc, or rather an Ingl3'ssh Gode, yf we cons^'dj'r and pondyr welle alle H^'s procedj'nges with us from t\-me to t^me. He hath overcumme alle our jllnesse with Hys exced^'nge goodnesse, so that we ar now moor then compell^'d to serve H)-m, seke Hj's glor^-, promott Hys wurde, yf the Devylle of alle Devylles be natt in us. We have now the stooppe of va3'ne trustes ande tlie stey of va_yne expectations ; lett us alle pra^' for h3's preservatione. Ande I foi- my partt w^'lle w^'ssh that h^-s Grace allwa3-s ha\'e, and evyn now from the beg3'n3-nge, Governares, Instructores and off3'ceres of r3"ght jugmeute, we optimum ingenium nan optima educatione depravetur. Butt whatt a grett fowllc am I ! So, whatt devotione sli03'th man3' t3"m3S butt l3'telle d3'scretione ! Ande thus the Gode of Inglonde be ever with 3'ou in alle 30ur proced3nges. The 19 of October. Youres, H. L. B. of Wurcestere, now att Hartlebury. Yf 3-0U woldc exc3'tt th3's berere to be moore hartye a3'en the abuse of 3'raagiy or mor forwardc to promotte the^ver3-te, ytt myght doo goode. Natt that 3'tt came of mc, butt of your selff'e, &c. (Addressed) To the Eyght Hunoiable Loordo P. fcjealle hys synguler gode Lorde. THE Prince and the Pauper ^ ©ALE FOR YOUNG PEOPLE OF ALL AGES Bvr MARK TWAIN WITH ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO ILLUSTRATIONS NEW YORK CHARLES L. WEBSTER AND COMPANY 1885 2. "5 OS9 Pr(o Copyright, i88i, By S. L. CLEMENS. ^11 vights reserved. TO THOSE GOOD-MANNERED AND AGREEABLE CHILDREN, SUSIE AND CLARA CLEMENS, 2Dljt0 115oofe IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED BY THEIR FATHER. The quality of mercy . . • is twice bless'd: It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. Merchant of Venice. COI^TEI^TS. CHAPTER I. The Bikth of the Prince axd the Pauper II. Tojrs Early Life .... III. Tom's Meeting with the Prixce IV. The Prince's Troubles begin V. Tom as a Patrician .... VI. Tom receives Instructions . VII. Tom's First PiOyal Dinner VIII. The Question of the Seal . IX. The River Pageant .... X. The Prince in the Toils XI. At Guildhall XII. The Prince and His Deliverer . XIII. The Disappearance of the Prince XIV. '"Le Eoi est mort — Vive le Eoi" XV. Tom as King XVI. The State Dinner .... XVII. Foo-Foo the First .... XVIII. The Prince avith the Tramps XIX. The Prince with the Peasants XX. The Prince and the Hermit XXI. Hendon to the Rescue XXII. A Victim of Treachery XXIII. The Prince a Prisoner . . , PAGE . 23 27 . 37 49 . 57 73 . 89 97 . 103 109 . 123 133 . 151 IGl . 179 195 . 203 223 . 237 247 . 259 269 . 2S1 11 12 COIfTJ£NTS. CHAPTER PAGE XXIV. The Escape 289 XXV. IlEXDON Hall 295 XXVI. Dlsowned 309 XXVII. Ix Pkison 317 XXVIII. TuE Sacrifice 333 XXIX. To London 341 XXX. Tom's Pijogkess 347 XXXI. The Kecognition Peocession 3o3 XXXII, Coronation Day 365 XXXIII. Edward as King 385 C0XCLUSI0:N'. Justice and Retribution 399 NOTES 405 List of Illusteatio^s. Page The Great Seal (frontispiece) 8 The Birth of the Trince and the Pauper (half-title). .... 21 "Splendid Pageants and Great Bonfires" ....... 23 Tom's Early Life (half-title) 25 Offal Court 28 "With anv Miserable Crust" 29 "He often read the Priest's Books" 30 "Saw Poor Anne Askevv burned" 31 "Brought their Perplexities to Tom" . . 32 "Longing for the Pork-Pies" 33 Tom's Meeting "with the Prince (half-title) 35 "At Temple Bar" 37 "Let him in 1 " ... 39 " How Old be These ? " 41 " Doff thy Rags, and don these Splendors " .43 "I salute your Gracious Highness!" 46 The Prince's Troubles begin (half-title) 47 " Set upon by Dogs " j 50 "A Drunken Ruffian collared him" . 52 Tom as a Patrician (half-title) 55 "Next he drew the Sword". 57 "Resolved to fly" 58 "The Boy was on his Knees" .... • 59 "Great Nobles walked upon Each Side of him" 61 "He dropped upon his Knees" 62 " He turned with Joyful Face " 64 " The Physician bowed low " 65 13 14 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Page "The King felt, back upox ms Couch" 67 "Is THIS Man to live forever?" 68 Tom receives Instructions (half-title) 71 "Prithee, insist not" 73 "The Lord St. John made Eeverence" . 75 Hertford and the Princesses .77 "She made Reverence" 79 "Offered it to him on a Golden Salver" SO "They mused a while" 82 "Peace, my Lord, thou utterest Tijeason!" . 83 "He BEGAN to pace THE FlOOR " 84 Tom's First PtOYAL Dinner (half-title) 87 "Fastened a Napkin about his Neck" 89 "Tom ate avith his Fingers" 91 " Ue gravely took a Draught" 92 "Tom put on the Greaves" 93 The Question of the Seal (half-title) 95 "The Attendants eased him back upon his Pillows" 98 The River Pageant (half-title) 101 "A Troop of Halberdiers appeared in the Gateway" .... 104 "To.m Canty stepped into View" 106 The Prince in the Toils (half-title) 107 "A DIM Form sank to the Ground" 110 *'Wiio art thou?" Ill "Sent him staggering into Goodwife Canty's Arms" .... 113 "She bent ueedfully and avarily over him" 115 "The Prince sprang up" 116 "Hurried him along the Dark Way" 118 " He avasted no Time " 120 At Guildhall (half-title) 121 "A Rich Canopy of State" 124 "Began to lay about him" 127 " Long live the King ! " 128 The Prince and his Deliverer (half-title) 131 " Our Fkiknds thheaded their Way" 134 "Ob.ject Lessons" in English History 136 "John Canty moved off" 137 "Smoothing back the Tangled Curls" 139 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 15 Page "Prithee, pouk the Water" 141 "Go ON — tell me thy Story" 142 "Thou hast been shamefully abused" 145 " He dropped on one Knee " 146 "Rise, Sir Miles Hendon, Baronet" 148 The Disappearance of the Prince (half-title) 149 "He dropped asleep" 151 "These be very Good and Sound" 153 "Explain, thou Limb of Satan" 155 "Hendon folloaved after him" 156 "Le Roi est mort — VIVE le Eoi" (half-title) 159 "Wilt deign to deliver thy Commands?" ........ 162 " The First Lord of the Bedchamber received the Hose "... 164 "A Secretary of State presented an Order" ...... 166 "The Boy rose, and stood at Graceful Ease" 170 " 'Tis I that take them" 172 " If your Majesty ayill but tax your Memory " 175 Tom as King (half-title) 177 "Tom had "wandered to a Window" . 181 "Tom scanned the Prisoners" 183 "Let the Prisoner go free!" 187 "What is it that these have Done?" 188 " Several Old Heads nodded their Recognition " 190 The State Dinner (half-title) 193 "A Gentleman bearing a Rod" 196 "The Chancellor between two" 197 "i thank ye, my" good people " .,...,.., 198 "He marched away in the Midst of his Pageant" 199 Foo-Foo THE First (half-title) 201 "The Ruffian followed their Steps" . 205 "He seized a Billet of Wood" 206 " He avas soon absorbed in Thinking " 207 "A Grim and Unsightly Picture" 208 "They roared out a Rollicking Ditty" 210 " Whilst the Flames licked upwards " 212 "They avere avhipped at the Cart's Tail" 213 "Thou shalt not" . . 215 "Knocking Hobbs doavn " 216 16 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Paok ' Throne him " 218 Thk Prince with the Tramps (half-title) 221 •'The Troop of Vagabonds set foravard" 224 ■'They threw Bones and Vegetables" 225 •'Began to writhe and wallow in the Dirt" 227 "The King fled in the Opposite Direction" 228 "He stumbled along" 230 "What seemed to be a Warm Rope" 232 "Cuddled up to the Calf" 233 The Prince with the Peasants (half-title) 235 •'Took a Good Satisfying Stare" 239 "The Children's Mother received the King kindly" .... 240 "Brought the King out of his Dreams" 242 "Gave him a Butcher Knife to grind" 244 The Prince and the Hermit (half-title) 245 "He turned and descried two Figures" 248 "The King entered and paused" 249 "i will tell y'ou a secret " 251 "Chatting pleasantly' all the Time" 253 "Drew his Thumb along the Edge" 255 "The next Moment they' were bound" 256 Hendon to the Rescue (half-title) 257 "Sunk upon his Knees" 260 "God made Every' Creature but y'Ou!" 262 " The Fettered Little King " 264 A Victim of Treachery (half-title) 267 "Hugo stood no Chance" 270 "Hugo bound the Poultice tight and fast" 272 •'Tarry here till I come again" 274 "The King sprang to his Deliverer's Side" 276 The Prince a Prisoner (half-title) 279 " Gently, Good Friend " 282 "She sprang to her Feet" 284 The Escape (half-title) 287 "The Pig may cost thy Neck, Man" 290 •'Bear me up, bear me up, Sweet Sir!" 292 Qendon Hall (half-title) 293 " Jogging Eastward on Sorry Steeds " 296 LIST OF ILLUSTBATIOJSfS. 17 Pagk "There is the Village, my Prince!" 297 "'Embrace me, Hugh,' he cried" 299 "Hugh put up his Hand in Dissent" 301 "A Beautiful Lady, richly clothed, followed Hugh" .... 303 "Hugh was pinned to the Wall" 305 Disowned (half-title) 307 "Obey, and have no Fear" 310 " Am I Miles Hendon ? " 313 In Prison (half-title) 315 "Chained in a Large Room" 318 " The Old Man looked Hendon over " 320 "Information delivered in a Low Voice" 321 "The King!" he cried. "What King?" 323 "Two Women chained to Posts" 326 "Torn away by the Officers" 328 "The King was Furious" 329 The Sacrifice (half-title) 331 "He confronted the Officer in Charge" 334 " While the Lash was applied, the Poor King turned away his Face " . 336 "Sir Hugh spurred away" 337 To London (half-title) 339 "Hendon mounted and rode off with the King" . . f . . 342 " In the Midst of a Jam of Howling People " 343 Tom's Progress (half-title) 345 "To kiss his Hand at Parting" 348 "Commanded her to go to her Closet" . 349 The PiECOGNiTioN Procession (half-title) 351 The Start for the Tower 353 "Welcome, O King!" 355 "A Largess! a Largess!" 356 "She was at his Side" 359 " My Liege, it is an III Time for Dreaming " 361 "She was my Mother" 362 Coronation Day (half-title) 363 "Gathers up the Lady's Long Train" 366 "Tom Canty appeared" 368 "And fell on his Knees before him" 370 "The Great Seal — fetch it hither" 373 18 LIST OF ILLUSTltATIONS. Page "Sire, the Seal is not there" 375 "Bethink thee, my King" 377 "Long live the True King!" 379 "To CRACK Nuts with" 381 Edward as King (half-title) , . . 383 "He stretched himself on the Ground" 386 "Arrested as a Suspicious Character" 389 "It is his Eight" 392 "Strip this Eobber" 394 "Tom rose and kissed the King's Hand" 395 Justice and Retribution (half-title) 397 Notes (half-title) 403 I WILL set down a tale as it was told to me by one who had it of his father, whicli latter had it of his father, this last having in like manner hud 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 tradi- tion. It may have happened, it may not have happened : but it ccndd have happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old days ; it may be that only the unleai'Jied and the simple loved it and credited it. THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPEE. CHAPTER I THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER. 'I ( 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, ^1 <^,r::^.^fei..a^ SPLENDID PAGEANTS AND GKEAT BON- FIRES." 23 24 THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER. and high and low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow ; and they kept this np 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 bab}^ 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 liis presence. CHAPTER II. TOM'S EARLY LIFE. Let us skip a number of 3-ears. 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. ^^^.^^e/^ 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 27 28 TOM'S EARLY LIFE. organized ; they were kicked into a general pile, mornings, and selec- tions made from the mass at night, for service. Bet and Nan were fifteen years old — twins. They were good-hearted girls, un- clean, clothed in rags, and profoundly ignorant. Their mother was like them. But the father and the grand- mother 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 so- ber ; 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 chil- dren aside and teach them Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin, /- OFFAL COURT, riglit ways secretly. T03I\S EABLY LIFE. 29 and liow to read and write; and would liave done the same with the girls, l)iit they were afraid of the jeers of their friends, who could not have endured such a queer accomplishment in them. 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 i^lace. 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 comforta- ble 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 grand- mother would do it all over again and improve on it ; and that away in the night his starv- ing mother would slip to him stealth- ily with any mis- erable 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. No, Tom's life went along well enough, especially in summer. He only begged just enough to save himself, for the laws against mendi- cancy 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 "with any misekable cbust. 30 TOM'S EARLY LIFE. 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 thrash- ing, he unleashed his imagi- nation 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. He often read the priest's old books and got him to explain and en- large upon them. His dreamings and readings "UK OFTEN liEAD TiiK puiest's BOOKS." workcd certaiu 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 TOM'S EARLY LIFE. 31 splashing around in for the fun of it, added value in it ings and cleansings Tom could al- going on around the side, and at the fairs ; and the rest of Lon- to see a military famous unfortunate to the Tower, by SAW POOIi ANNE ASKEW BURNED." the Thames solely he began to find an because of the wash- it afforded, ways find something Maypole in Cheap- and now and then he don had a chance parade when some was carried prisoner 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. By and by Tom's reading and dreaming about princely life wrought 32 TOM'S EARLY LTFE. such a strong effect upon him that lie began to act the prince, uncon- sciously. 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 supe- rior 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 per- formances, 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 as- tonished 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. Privately, after a while, Tom organized 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. After which, he would go forth in his rags and beg a few farthings. -^C-^S^ BROUGHT THEIK PERPLEXITIES TO TOM." TOM'S EARLY LIFE. 33 eat his poor crust, take his customary cuffs and abuse, and then stretch himself upon his handful of foul straw, and resume his empty gran- deurs in his dreams. And still his desire to look just once upon a real prince, in the flesh, grew upon day, and week at last it ab- desires, and be- passion of his One January al begging tour, spondently up region round Lane and Little after hour, bare-footed at cook-shop windows dreadful pork-pies and tions displayed there were dainties fit for judging by the smell, never been his good one. There was a LONGING FOH THE PORK- PIES." him, day by by week, until sorbed all other came the one life. day, on his usu- he tramped de- and down the about Mincing East Cheap, hour and cold, looking in and longing for the other deadly inven- — for to him these the angels ; that is, they were — for it had luck to own and eat 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 gTandmother 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 prince- lings who lived in vast palaces, and had servants salaaming before 34 TOM'S EARLY LIFE. them or flying to execute their orders. And then, as usual, he dreamed that he was a princeling himself. All night long the glories of his royal estate shone upon hin/Nhe 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. And when he awoke in the morning and looked upon the wretched- ness about him, his dream had had its usual effect — it had intensified the sordidnesss of his surroundings a thousand fold. Then came bitterness, and heart-break, and tears. CHAPTER III TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE. Tom got' up hungry, and sauntered hungry away, but with his thoughts busy with the shadowy splendors of his night's dreams. He wandered here and there in the city, hardly noticing where he was go- ing, or what was happening around him. People jos- tled 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 37 AT TEMPLE BAK 38 TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PlilNCE. by a strained construction ; for, though there was a tolerably compact row of houses on one side of it, there were only some scattering 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. Tom discovered Cliaring 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 hojDc to see a prince now, — a prince of flesh and blood, if Heaven were willing? 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 armor. At a respectful distance were many coun- try 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 oiitside, were arriving and departing by several other noble gateways that j^ierced the royal enclosure. Poor little Tom, in his rags, approached, and was moving slow and timidly past the sentinels, with a beating heart and a rising hope, when all at once he cauglit 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 out-door 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 liis head a jaunty crimson cap, with drooping plumes T03f'S MEETING WITH THE PBINCE. 39 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 ques- tion ; and the prayer of the pauper-boy's heart was answered at last. Tom's breath came quick and short with ex- citement, and his eyes grew big with wonder and delight. Every thing gave way in his mind instantly to one desire : that was to get close to the prince, and / WW'^ ^ f have a good, devouring look at him. Before he knew t 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 spin- ning among the gaping crowd of country gawks and London idlers. The soldier said, — ''Mind thy manners, thou young beggar ! " 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, — "let him in!" 40 TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE. " 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 ill ! " 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 ! " 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. Edward Tudor said, — " Thou lookest tired and hungry : thou'st been treated ill. Come with me." 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. " What is thy name, lad ? " " Tom Canty, an' it please thee, sir." " 'Tis an odd one. Where dost live ? " " In the city, please thee, sir. Offal Court, out of Pudding Lane." " Offal Court ! Truly 'tis another odd one. Hast parents ? " " Parents have I, sir, and a grand-dam likewise that is but indiffer- ently precious to me, God forgive me if it be offence to say it — also twin sisters. Nan and Bet." " Then is thy grand-dam not over kind to thee, I take it." " Neither to any other is she, so please your Worship. She hath a wicked heart, and worketh evil all her days." TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE. 41 " Doth she mistreat thee ? " " There be times that she stayeth her hand, being asleep or over- come with drink ; but when she hath her judgment clear again, she maketh it up to me with goodly beatings." A fierce look came into the little prince's eyes, and he cried out, — " What ! Beatings ? " " Oh, indeed, yes, please you, sir." HOW OLD BE THESE ? " '•'■Beatings! — and thou so frail and little. Hark ye: before the night come, she shall hie her to the Tower. The King my father" — " In sooth, you forget, sir, her low degree. The Tower is for the great alone." " True, indeed. I had not thought of that. I will consider of her punishment. Is thy father kind to thee ? " " Not more than Gammer Canty, sir." "■ 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 42 TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE. with his tongue, though, sooth to say. How doth thy mother use thee?" "She is good, sir, and giveth me neither sorrow nor pain of any sort. And Nan and Bet are like to her in this." " How old be these ? " " Fifteen, an' it please you, sir." " 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 tcf smile, lest the sin destroy their souls ? " "They? Oh, dost think, sir, that thei/ have servants?" The little prince contemplated the little pauper gravely a moment, then said, — "And prithee, why not? Who helpeth them undress at night? who attireth them when they rise?" " None, sir. Wouldst have them take off their garment, and sleep without, — like the beasts ? " " Their garment ! Have they but one ? " " Ah, good your worship, what would they do with more ? Truly they have not two bodies each." " 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 ? " " 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." " Know'st thou the Latin ? " " But scantly, sir, I doubt." " Learn it, lad : 'tis hard only at first. The Greek is harder ; but TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE. 43 neither these nor any tongues else, I think, are hard, to the Lady Eliza- beth and my cousin. Thou shouldst hear those damsels at it ! But tell me of thy Offal Court. Hast thou a pleasant life there ? " "In truth, yes, so please you, sir, save when one is hungry. There be PH illillA Punch-and-Jucly shows, and mon- ke} s, — oh, such antic creatures ! and. so bravely dressed ! — and theie be plays wherein they that "DOFF THY KAGS, AND DON THESE SPLENDOIiS.' 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." " Tell me more." 44 TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE. "We lads of Offal Court do strive against each other with the cudgel, like to the fashion of the 'prentices, sometimes." The prince's eyes flashed. Said he, — " Marry, that would not I mislike. Tell me more." " We strive in races, sir, to see who of us shall be fleetest." " That would I like also. Speak on." " In summer, sir, we wade and swim in the canals and in the river. and each doth duck his neighbor, and spatter him with water, and dive and shout and tumble and " — " 'Twould be worth my father's kingdom but to enjoy it once ! Prithee go on." "■ We dance and sing about the Maypole in Cheapside ; we play in the sand, each covering his neighbor up ; and times we make mud pastry — oh the lovely mud, it hath not its like for delightfulness in all the world I — we do fairly wallow in the mud, sir, saving your worship's presence." "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 ! " " And if that I could clothe me once, sweet sir, as thou art clad — just once " — "Oho, wouldst like it? Then so shall it be. Doff thy rags, and don these splendors, 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." 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, TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE. 45 then at the glass, then at each other again. At last the puzzled prince- ling said, — "Wliat dost then make of this?" " Ah, good your worship, require me not to answer. It is not meet that one of my degree should utter the thing." " Then will /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 1 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 ? " " Yes ; but it is a slight thing, and your worship ■ knoweth that the poor man-at-arms "' — " Peace ! It was a shameful thing and a cruel ! " cried the little prince, stamping his bare foot. " If the King — Stir not a step tOl I come again I It is a command ! " 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, — " Open ! Unbar the gates ! " 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 whirl- ing to the roadway, and said, — "■ Take that, thou beggar's spawn, for what thou got'st me from his Highness ! " The crowd roared with laughter. The prince picked himself out of the mud, and made fiercely at the sentry, shouting, — 46 TOM'S MEETING WITH THE PRINCE "I am the Prince of Wales, my person is sacred ; and thou shalt hang for laying thy hand upon me ! " The soldier brought his halberd to a present-arms and said mock- ingly, — "I salute your gracious High- ness/' Then angrily, " Be off, thou crazy rubbish ! " Here the jeering crowd closed around the poor little prince, and hustled him far down the road, hoot- ing him, and shouting, "Way for his royal Highness ! way for the Prince of Wales!" "I SALUTE YOUR GRACIOUS HIGHNESS P' CHAPTER IV, THE PRINCE'S TROUBLES BEGIN. 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 recognize the localit}'. 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 recog- nized 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 gener- ously 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." He was soon in the midst of a crowd of boys who were running, 49 60 THE PRINCE'S TROUBLES BEGIN. jumping, playing at ball and leap-frog and otherwise disporting them- selves, and right noisily, too. They were all dressed alike, and in the fashion which in that day prevailed among serving-men and 'prentices ^ — 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 "set upon by dogs." the hair fell, unparLed, 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. 1 See Note 1, at end of the volume. THE PRINCE'S TROUBLES BEGIN. 51 The boys stopped their play and flocked about the prince, who said with native dignity — " Good lads, say to your master that Edward Prince of Wales desireth speech with him." A great shout went up, at this, and one rude fellow said — " Marry, art thou his grace's messenger, beggar ? " 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 — " Didst mark that ? He fancied he had a sword — belike he is the prince himself." This sally brought more laughter. Poor Edward drew himself up proudly and said — " I am the prince ; and it ill beseemeth you that feed upon the king my father's bounty to use me so." This was vastly enjoyed, as the laughter testified. The youth who had first spoken, shouted to his comrades — " 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 ! " 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 — " Take thou that, till the morrow come and I build thee a gib- bet ! " 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 — " Hale him forth ! To the horse-pond, to the horse-pond ! Where be the dogs ? Ho, there. Lion !> ho. Fangs ! " Then followed such a tiling as England had never seen before — 52 THE PRINCE'S TROUBLES BEGIN. the sacred person of the heir to the throne rudely buffeted by plebeian hands, and set upon and torn by dogs. 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 any one, since they brought him only insult instead of information. He kept muttering to himself, " Offal court— that is the name ; if I can 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 Avhere the mind is starved, and the heart. I will keep this diligently in my re- but A UKUNKKN KUFFIAIS COLLAKKD IIIM. THE PRINCE'S TROUBLES BEGIN. 53 membrance, that this day's lesson be not lost upon me, and my people suffer thereby; for learning softeneth the heart and breedeth gentle- ness and charity." ^ 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. Suddenly a great drunken ruffian collared him and said — " 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." The prince twisted himself loose, unconsciously brushed his pro- faned shoulder, and eagerly said — " O, art his father, truly ? Sweet heaven grant it be so — then wilt thou fetch him away and restore me ! " '■' Jlis father? I know not what thou mean'st; I but know I am thi/ father, as thou shalt soon have cause to " — " O, 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 — I speak no lie, but only the truth ! — put forth thy hand and save me ! I am indeed the Prince of Wales ! " The man stared down, stupefied, upon the lad, then shook his head and muttered — " 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 ! " 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. 1 See Note 2, at end of the volume. CHAPTER V. TOM AS A PATRICIAN. Tom Canty, left alone in the prince's cabinet, made good use of his opportunity. He turned himself this way and that be- fore the great mirror, admiring his finery ; then walked away, imitating the prince's high-bred carriage, and still observing re- sults 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 lieu- tenant of the Tower, five or six weeks before, when deliv- ering 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 orna- ments of the room ; he tried each of the sumptuous chairs, and thought how proud he would be if 67 "next he dkew the swobd." 68 TOM AS A PATRICIAN. 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. 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 ; -— ,^r very soon he fell to listening and longing, and ceased to toy with the pretty things about him ; he grew uneasy, then rest- less, then distressed. Suppose some one should . come, and catch hira 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 fears rose higher and higher; and trembling he softly opened tlie door to the TOM AS A PATRICIAN. 59 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, sprung to their feet, and bowed low before him. He stepped quickly back, and shut the door. He said, — " Oh, they mock at me ! They will go and tell. Oh ! why came I here to cast away my life ? " He walked up and down the floor, filled with nameless fears, listening, start- ,;'.,/ ^ ,//, ing at every trifling sound. Presently ^' i ' '/S/'//J '^^''^~ be thy father or no, 'tis all one, "OBJECT LESSONS" IN ENGLISH HISTORY. ^^ gj^^^lj ^^^ ^^^^ ^^iee tO bcat theC and abuse, according to his threat, so thou prefer to bide with me." "I do, I do — I know him- not, I loathe him, and will die before I will go with him." " Then 'tis settled, and there is nought more to say." " We will see, as to that ! " exclaimed John Canty, striding past Hendon to get at the boy ; " by force shall he " — "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 Hen- don, " I took this lad under my protection when a mob of such as thou l^i ''M^,-. THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVERER. 137 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, 1 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 "JOHN CANTY MOVED OFF." thy ways, and set quick about it, for I like not much bandying of words, being not over-patient in my nature." 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 138 THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVEliEli. 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 — " Prithee call me when the table is spread," and sunk in^o a deep sleep immediately. A smile twinkled in Hendon's eye, and he said to himself — " 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 any thing 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 ! " 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 — " 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." THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVEBER. 139 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, soliloquizing, as before. SMOOTHING BACK THE TANGLED CURLS.' '• 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, l)ut 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- 140 THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVEBEB. conditioned animal ! Yes, thither will we fare — and straightway, too." 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 sprung 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 — " Thou art good to me, yes, thou art very good to me. Take it and put it on — I shall not need it more." Then he got up and walked to the washstand in the corner, and stood there, waiting. Hendon said in a cheery voice — " We'll have a right hearty sup and bite, now, for every thing is savory and smoking hot, and that and thy nap together will make thee a little man again, never fear 1 " 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 — " What's amiss ? " " Good sir, I would wash me." " O, 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." 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 — " Bless us, what is it ? " " Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words ! " THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVERER. 141 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 com- m e n t. He now proceed- ed to comfort his own face with a wash, and while he was at it his adopted child seated him- self at the table and pre- pared 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 — " Forbear ! Wouldst sit in the presence of the king ? " 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 humor the conceit, too — there is no other way — faith, he would order me to the Tower, else ! " And pleased with this jest, he removed the chair from the table, PRITHEE, POUR THE WATER. 142 THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVEREB took his stand beliind the king, and proceeded to wait upon him in the courtliest way he was capable of. While the king ate, the rigor 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?" " Yes, sire," Miles re- plied; then observed to himself, " If I must hu- mor the poor lad's mad- ness, I must sire him, I must majesty him, I must not go by halves, I must stick at nothing that be- longeth to the part I play, else shall I play it ill and work evil to this charitable and Idndly cause." The king warmed his heart Avith 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?" " We are of the tail of the nobility, good your majesty. My father is a baronet — one of the smaller lords, by knight service ^ — Sir Richard Hendon, of Hendon Hall, by Monk's Holm in Kent." " The name has escajDed my memory. Go on — tell me th}^ story." "'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, • ^ He refers to the order of liaronets, or baronettes, — the harones minores, as distinct from the parliamentary barons; — not, it need hardly be said, the baronets of later creation. GO ON — TELL ME THY STORY." THE P BINGE AND HIS DELIVERER. 143 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, yotinger than I, a mean spirit, covetous, treacher- ous, 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 lad}^ 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. M}^ father was her guardian. T 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 liope 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 be- lieved him ; for he was the 3^oungest 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 affec- tion to cozen itself. I was wild — in troth I might go yet farther and say ver^ 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 honorable degree. " 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 144 THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVERER. 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 b}^ this, and suborned evidence of servants and other lying knaves, that I was minded to carrj^ off my Edith and marry with her, in rank defiance of his will. " 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. J 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 harbored 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." " 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." 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 — " 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! — aye, 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 THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVERER. 145 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?' " The king spoke — in a thoughtful, measured voice — " 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 com-* pass of my royal ] )Ower, it is thine." This fantas- tic suggestion startled Hendon out of his rev- ery. He was about to thank the king and put the matter aside with saying he had only done his duty and de- sired 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 gravel}^ approved, remarking that it was best to be not too hasty with a thing of such great import. 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 THOU kAST BEEN SHAMEFULLY ABUSED." 146 THE PRINCE AND UIS DELIVERER. 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 — " 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 ils ~',ri " HE DKOPPED OX ONE KNEE." 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 THE PRINCE AND HIS DELIVERER. 147 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 honors 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 hun- dred 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.^ 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 ! " " 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 con- tinues, the privilege shall not lapse." His majesty walked apart, musing, and Hendon dropped into a chair at table, observing to himself, " 'Twas a brave thought, and hath 1 The lords of Kingsale, descendants of de Courcy, still enjoy this curious privilege. 148 THE PlilNC'E AND HIS DELIVERER. 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, tru- ly, for one so matter-of-fact as I. I will not laugh — no, God for- l)id, 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 con- trast betwixt my glory and my raiment ! But no matter: let him call me what he will, so it please him; J shall be content." CHAPTER XIII. THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE. A HEAYY drowsiness presently fell upon the two comrades. The king said — " Remove these rags " — meanino^ his clothinsf. Hendon disapparelled the boy without dissent or remark, tucked him up in bed, then glanced about the room, saying to himself, rue- fully, " He hath taken my bed again, as before — marry, what shall / do ? " The little king observed his perplexity, and dissipated it with a word. He said, sleepily — " Thou wilt sleep athwart the door, and guard it." In a moment more he was out of his troubles, in a deep slumber. " Dear heart, he should have been born a king ! " muttered Hendon, admiringly ; " he play- eth the part to a mar- vel." Then he stretched himself across the door, on the floor, saying contentedly — " I have lodged worse for seven years ; 'twould be but ill gratitude to Him above to find fault with this." "he dropped asleep 4 151 152 THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE. 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, " 'Tis done, now, my liege," said Hendon ; '' I have a bit of busi- ness outside, but will presently return ; sleep thou again — thou needest it. There — let me cover thy head also — thou'lt be warm the sooner." 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 tid}'^, and suited to the season of the year. He seated himself, and began to overhaul his purchase, mumbling to himself — " 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 — " ' There was a woman in our town, In our town did dwell ' — " 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 — ;i 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 far- thing, and such a brave big needle without cost, for mere love. Now sh{\Jl I have the demon's own time to thread it ! " TUE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE. 153 And so he had. He did as men liave 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 some- times on one side of the needle, sometimes on the other, some- times doubling up against the shaft ; but he was patient, having been through these ex- periences 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. " The inn is paid — the breakfast that is to come, included — and there is where- withal 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 — " ' She loved her hus ' — " Body o' me ! I have driven the needle under my nail ! ... It "these be very good and sound." 154 THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE. matters little — 'tis not a novelty — yet 'tis not a convenience, neitlier. . . . We shall be merry there, little one, never doubt it ! Tliy troubles will vanish, there, and likewise th}^ sad distemper — " ' She loved her husband dearilee, But another man ' — "These be noble large stitches!'" — holding the garment wp 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 — " ' She loved her husband dearilee, But another man he loved she,' — " 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 South- wark 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 ! " He threw back the covers — the boy was gone ! He stared about him in speechless astonishment for a moment ; noticed for the first time that his ward's ragged raiment was also miss- ing, then he began to rage and storm, and shout for the innkeeper. — At that moment a servant entered with the breakfast, " 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 sur- prise. "Where is the boy?" . In disjointed and trembling syllables the man gave the information desired. THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE. 155 " You were hardly gone from the place, your worship, when a youth came running and said it was 3'our worship's will that the boy come to you straight, at the bridge-end on the South wark side. I ill- ill;; ^ 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 straight- way trussed on his rags and went with the j^outh, only saying it had been better manners that your worship came yourself, not sent a stranger — and so" — " And so thou'rt a fool ! — a fool, and easily cozened — hang all thy breed ! Yet mayhap no hurt is done. Possibly no liarm is meant the 156 THE DISAPPEAltANCK OF THE PJIINCE. boy. I will go fetch him. Make the taljle read}-. Stay I the cover- ings of the bed were disposed as if one lay beneath them — happened that by accident '! " "• I know not, good your worship. I saw the youth meddle with tliem — he that came for the boy.'' " Thousand deaths ! 'twas done to deceive me — 'tis plain "twas done to gain time. Hark ye I Was that youth alone ? " " All alone, your worship." " Art sure ? " ''Sure, your worship.'" " Collect thy scattered wits — bethink thee — take time, man." After a moment's thought, the servant said — " 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 " — " What tJicu ? — out with it ! " thundered the impatient Ilendon, interrupting. "■ 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 tlie scrivener had ordered was forgot, though I take all the "hendon fot.lowki) aftkk him. THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE. 157 saints to witness that to blame vie for that miscarriage were like hold- ing the unborn babe to judgment for sins com " — " Out of my sight, idiot I Thy prating drives me mad I Hold ! whither art flying? Canst not bide still an instant? Went they toward South wark ? " " Even so, your worship — for, as I said before, as to that detests able joint, the babe unborn is no whit more blameless than " — " Art here 'i/et ! 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 I 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 ivent — he went, yes, because he thought Miles Hen- don asked it, sweet lad — he would ne'er have done it for another, I know it well." CHAPTER XIV, LE ROI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROI." 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 analyze 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 — " I see it all, I see it all ! Now God be thanked, I am indeeji 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 un- believing ears the wildest madcap dream that ever the spirits of night did conjure up to astonish the soul of man withal I , . . Ho, Nan, I say! Bet!" . . . A dim form appeared at his side, and a voice said — " Wilt deign to deliver thy commands ? " " Commands ? . . . O, woe is me, I know thy voice ! Speak, thou — who am I ? " "Thou? In sooth, yesternight wert thou the prince of Wales, to-day art thou my most gracious liege, Edward, King of England." Tom buried his head among his pillows, murmuring plaintively — " Alack, it was no dream ! Go to thy rest, sweet sir — leave me to my sorrows." Tom slept again, and after a time he had this pleasant dream. He thought it was summer and he was })laying, all alone, in the fair 161 162 LE ROI EST MORT— VIVE LE ROir 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 — " I know thee. Thou art a good lad and a deserving ; thy dis- WILT DEIGN TO DELIVER THY COMMANDS tresses 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." 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 '' LE EOI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROi:' 163 beaten. One penny every week the good j)riest 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." 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 — "They are for thee ! — all of them, every one ! — for thee and Nan aijd Bet — and honestly come by, not begged nor stolen ! " The happy and astonished mother strained him to her breast and exclaimed — " It waxeth late — may it please your majesty to rise ? " Ah, that was not the answer he was expecting. The dream had snapped asunder — he was awake. He opened liis 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 recognized that he was still a captive and a king. The room was filled with courtiers clothed in purple mantles — the mourning color — and with noble servants of the monarch. Tom sat up in bed and gazed out from the heavy silken curtains upon this fine company. The weighty business of dressing began, and one courtier after another knelt and paid his court and offered to the little King his con- dolences 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, Avho 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 Lancas- ter, 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 164 LE ROI EST MOBT — VIVE LE ROi:' to the Hereditary Grand Diaperer, who passed it to the Lord High Admiral of Enghxnd, 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. 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 first lord of the bedchamber received the hose." 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 incase 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 "LE ROI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROI." 165 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 I — 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, with- out any damaged strings to them, were brought. 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. After breakfast he was conducted, with regal ceremony, attended by his great officers and his guard of fifty Gentlemen Pensioners bear- ing 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. The body of illustrious men named by the late king as his execu- tors, appeared, to ask Tom's approval of certain acts of theirs — rather 166 LE ROI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROI." 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 illus- trious majesty, and finished by reading the signatures of the Execu- tors, to-wit: the Archbishop of Canterbury; the Lord Chancellor of '. y^^f' y "A SECBETAKY OF STATE I'KESENTED AN OltBEK." England ; William Lord St. John ; John Lord Russell ; Edward Earl of Hertford; John Viscount Lisle ; Cuthbert Bishop of Durham — Tom was not listening — an earlier clause of the document was puz- zling him. At this point he turned and whispered to lord Hertford — "What day did he say the burial hath been appointed for?" -LE ROI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROL" 167 " The 16th of the commg month, my liege." " 'Tis a strange folly. Will he keep? " 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. 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. Tom turned an inquiring look toward Hertford, who whispered — '"' Your majesty will signify consent. They come to testify their royal masters' sense of the heavy calamity which hath visited j^our grace and the realm of England." 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 X 28,000 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 of this money were still owing and unpaid;^ 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 — " 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 standetK over against the fish-market, by Billingsgate " — A sharp pressure upon Tom's arm stopped his foolish tongue and sent a blush ta his face ; but no countenance there betrayed any sign that this strai\ge speech had been remarked or given concern. 1 Hume. 168 "LE ROI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROI." A secretary made report that forasmuch as the late king had pro- vided 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 aggrandizements 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 honors ; 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 " X500 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.^ Tom was about to blurt out something about the propriety of pay- ing 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 glitter- ing miracles, a happy thought shot into his mind : why not make his mother Duchess of Offal Court and give her an estate ? But a sorrow- ful 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. The dull work went tediously on. Petitions were read, and proc- lamations, patents, and all manner of wordy, repetitious and wearisome papers relating to the public business; and at last Tom sighed patheti- cally 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 ? " 1 Hume. ''LE liOI EST MORT— VIVE LE ROL" 169 Then, his poor muddled head nodded a while, and presently drooped to his shoulder ; and the business of the empire came to a stand-still 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. 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 brevit3^ He had a few moments to him- self, 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 — " Rise, lad. Who art thou ? What wouldst have ? " The boy rose, and stood at graceful ease, but with an aspect of concern in his face. He said — "• Of a surety thou must remember me, my lord. I am thy whip- ping-boy." " My ivhipping-hoy ? " " The same, your grace. I am Humphrey — Humphrey Marlow." Tom perceived that here was some one 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 likelj 170 ''LE BOI EST MORT — VIVE LE EOI. 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 SCLaii: "the boy kose, and stood at gkaceful, ease. see what sort of success he might achieve. So he stroked his brow, perplexedly, a moment or two, and presently said — " Now I seem to remember thee somewhat — but my wit is clogged and dim with suffering " — " Alack, my poor master ! " eiaculated the whipping-boy, with feel- ing ; adding, to himself, " In truth 'tis as they said — liis mind is gone — alas, poor soul ! But misfortune catch me, how am I forgetting ! ''LE BOI EST MOBT — VIVE LE ROL" 171 they said one must not seem to observe that aught is wrong with him." '' 'Tis strange liow my memory doth wanton with me these days," said Tom. " But mind it not — I mend apace — a little clew 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." " '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? " ""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." — " The master, being wroth with what he termed such slovenly and doltish work, did promise that he would soundly whip me for it — and" — " Whip thee ! " said Tom, astonished out of his presence of mind. "Why should he whip thee^ioT faults of mine? " " Ah, your grace forgetteth again. He always scourgeth me, when thou dost fail in thy lessons." " True, true — I had forgot. Thou teaehest me in private — then if I fail, he argueth that thy office was lamely done, and" — " O, my liege, what words are these ? I, the humblest of thy ser- vants, presume to teach thee?"" " Then where is thy blame ? What riddle is this ? Am I in truth gone mad, or is it thou? Explain — speak out." " 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 See Note 8, at end of volume. 172 LE ROI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROV 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 I — 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 — "■And hast thou been beaten, poor friend, according to the promise ? " " No, good your majesty, my punishment was appointed for this day, and perad venture it may be annulled, as unbefit- ting 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 be- half"— " With the master ? To save thee thy whipping ? " " Ah, thou dost remember ! " " My memory mendeth, thou seest. Set thy mind at ease — thy back shall go unscathed — I will see to it." " O, thanks, my good lord ! " cried the boy, dropping upon his knee again. " Mayhap I have ventured far enow ; and yet "... Seeing Master Humphrey hesitate, Tom encouraged him to go on, saying he was " in the granting mood." " 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 'TIS I THAT TAKE THEM.' ''LE ROI EST MORT — VIVE LE EOI." 173 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 ! " " Ruined ? Prithee how ? " " 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 whip- ping-boy. Do not turn me away ! " Tom was touched with this pathetic distress. He said, with a right royal burst of generosity — " Discomfort thyself no further, lad. Thine office shall be perma- nent in thee and thy line, forever." 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." The grateful Humphrey responded fervidly — " 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." 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 adven- tures 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 pertain- ing 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 174 "-L-B BOI EST MORT — VIVE LE ROir royal closet whenever he might come, provided the majesty of England was not engaged with other people. Humphrey had hardly been dis- missed when my lord Hertford arrived with more trouble for Tom. He said that the lords of the Council, fearing that some over- wrought 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 carefull}- guarded repose of manner and ease and grace of demeanor, would more surely quiet the general pulse — in case any evil rumors had gone about — than any other scheme that could be devised. Then the earl proceeded, very delicately, to instruct Tom as to the observances proper to the stately occasion, under the rather thin dis- guise 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 direc- tion, 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. 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 — "Now am I persuaded that if your majesty will but tax youi 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 ? " Tom was at sea — a Great Seal was a somethino- which he was "i£ ROI EST MOET — VIVE LE BOI." 175 totally unacquainted with. After a moment's hesitation he looked up innocently and asked — " What was it like, my lord ? " The earl started, almost imperceptibly, muttering to himself. 'fv0PS\^^^^^MH^<''^ IF YOUK MAJESTY WILL BUT TAX YOUK MEMORY. "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. CHAPTER XV. TOM AS KING. The next day the foreign ambassadors came, with their gorgeous trains ; and Tom, throned in awful state, received them. The splen- dors 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 homesickness b}^ and by. Tom said tlie 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. The larger part of his day was "wasted" — as he termed it, in his own mind — in labors 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 enter- tainment and needful information out of it. Tlie 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 179 180 TOM AS KING. 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. But for one single dread, he could have seen the fourth day ap- proach 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 for- eign 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 per- formance, — and upon his mistakes, if he should be so unlucky as to make any. 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. Late in the forenoon he was in a large audience chamber, convers- ing 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. 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 n>en, women and children of the lowest and poorest degree approaching from up the road. TOM AS KING. 181 " I would I knew what 'tis about ! " he exclaimed, with all a boy's curiosity in such happenings. " Thou art the king ! " solemnly responded the earl, with a rever- ence. " Have I your grace's leave to act? " " O blithely, yes ! O gladly yes ! " exclaimed Tom, excitedly, add- insr to himself with a livelv sense of satisfaction, " In truth, being a king is not all dreariness — it hath its compensations and con- veniences." The earl called a page, and sent him to the captain of the guard with the order — " Let the mob be halted, and inquiry made concerning the occa- sion of its movement. By the king's command ! " 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. Death — and a violent death — for these poor unfortunates I 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, TOM HAD AVANDERED TO A "WINDOW." 182 TOM AS KING. he could think of nothing but the scaffokl 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 — " Bring them here ! " 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 com- mand. 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 com- mand to all, saying ' Do this, do that,' whilst none durst offer let or hindrance to my will." 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 forebore to trouble him, and fell to chatting a mixture of public business and court gossip one with another. 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 TOM AS KING. 183 dress or appearance of the man had stirred a vague memory in " Methinks I have seen this man ere now . . . but the when or where fail me " — such was Tom's thought. Just then the 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 him- self : " Now is the matter clear ; this is the stranger that plucked Gilcb 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 him. the man "TOM SCANNED THE PRISONERS." 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." 184 TOM AS KING. Tom now ordered that the woman and the girl be removed from tlie presence for a little time ; then addressed himself to the under- sheriff, saj'ing — " Good sir, what is this man's offence ? " The officer knelt, and answered — "So please your majesty, he hath taken the life of a subject by poison." Tom's compassion for the prisoner, and admiration of him as the daring rescuer of a drowning boy, experienced a most damaging shock. " The thing was proven upon him ? " he asked. " Most clearly, sire." Tom sighed, and said — " 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 ! ' 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 — " 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 iij 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 ! " Tom was amazed. This was not the outcome he had looked for. " Odds my life, a strange boon ! Was it not the fate intended thee/' "O good my liege, not so ! It is ordered that I be boiled alive!''' The hideous surprise of these words almost made Tom spring from his chair. As soon as he could recover his wits he cried out — " Have thy wish, poor soul ! an' thou had poisoned a hundred men thou shouldst not suffer so miserable a deatli." TOM AS KING. 185 The prisoner bowed his face to the ground and burst into passion- ate expressions of gratitude — ending with — " If ever thou shouldst know misfortune — which God forefend ! — may thy goodness to me this day be remembered and requited ! " Tom turned to the earl of Hertford, and said — '• My lord, is it believable that there was warrant for this man's ferocious doom ? " " 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 " — " O prithee no more, my lord, I cannot bear it ! " cried Tom, cover- ing his eyes with his hands to shut out the picture. " I beseech your good lordship that order be taken to change this law — O, let no more poor creatures be visited with its tortures." 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 — " These your grace's noble words have sealed its doom. History will remember it to the honor of your royal house." The under-sheriff was about to remove his prisoner ; Tom gave him a sign to wait ; then he said — " Good sir, I would look into this matter further. The man has said his deed was but lamely proved. Tell me what thou knowest." " 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 ^^ick — 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." 186 TOM AS KING. " Did any see the poison given ? Was poison found ? " "Marry, no, my liege." " Then how doth one know there was poison given at all ? " " Please your majesty, the doctors testified that none die with such symptoms but by poison." Weighty evidence, this — in that simple age. Tom recognized its formidable nature, and said — "The doctor knoweth his trade — belike they were right. The matter hath an ill look for this poor man." " 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 msm 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.''' This was an argument of tremendous force, in that superstitious day. Tom felt that the thing was settled ; if evidence was worth any thing, this poor fellow's guilt was proved. Still he offered the prisoner a chance, saying — " If thou canst say aught in thy behalf, speak." "Nought that will avail, my khig. 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 " — " Peace ! Sheriff, name the day the deed was done ! " " At ten in the morning, or some minutes later, the first day of the new year, most illustrious " — TOM AS KING. 187 " Let the prisoner go free — it is the king's will I Another blush followed this unregal outburst, and he covered his indecorum as well as he could by adding — " It enrageth me that a man should be hanged upon such idle, hare-brained evidence ! " A low buzz of admu-ation swept through the assemblage. It was not admiration of the decree that had been delivered by Tom, for the piopriety or expediency of pardoning a convicted poisoner let the prisonek go free!" was a thing which few there would have felt justi- fied in either admitting or admiring — no, the ad- miration was for the intelligence and spirit which 188 TOM AS KING. Tom had displayed. Some of the low-voiced remarks were to this effect — "This is 110 mad king — he hath his wits sound." "How sanely he put his questions — how like his former natural self was this abrupt, imperious disposal of the matter ! " " God be thanked his infirmity is spent ! This is no weakling, but a king. He hath borne himself like to his own father." 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. However, his juvenile curiosity soon rose superior to these pleasant thoughts and feelings ; he was eager to know what sort of deadly mis- chief the woman and the little girl could have been about; so, by his command the two terrified and sobbing creatures were brought before him. " What is it that these have done ? " he inquired of the sheriff. "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." Tom shuddered. He had been taught to abhor people mOio did this wicked thing. Still, he was not going to deny himself the pleasure of feeding his curiosity, for all that; so he asked — " Where was this done ? — and when ? " "On a midnight, in December — in a ruined church, your majesty." Tom shuddered asfain. WHAT IS IT THAT THESE HAVE DONE?" TOM AS KING. 189 " Who was there present ? " " Only these two, your grace — and that othe?-.^^ " Have these confessed ? " " Nay, not so, sire — they do deny it." " Then prithee, how was it known ? " " Certain witnesses did see them wending tliither, good your majesty ; this bred the suspicion, and dire effects have since confirmed and justified it. In particuhir, 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." " Certes this is a serious matter." Tom turned this dark piece of scoundrelism over in his mind a while, then asked — " Suffered the woman, also, by the storm ? " 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 — " Indeed, did she, your majesty, and most righteously, as all aver. Her habitation was swept away, and herself and child left shelterless." " 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, arguetl> that she is mad ; if she is mad she knoweth not what she doth, therefore sinneth not." The elderly heads nodded recognition of Tom's wisdom once more, and one individual murmured, " An' the king be mad himself, accord- ing 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." " Wliat age hath the child ? " asked Tom. " Nine years, please your majesty." 190 TOM AS KING " By the law of England may a child enter into covenant and sell itself, my lord?" asked Tom, turning to a learned judge. " 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." "It seemeth a rude unchristian thing, and ill contrived, that "several old heads nodded their recognition." English law denieth privileges to Englishmen, to waste them on the devil ! " cried Tom, with honest heat. 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. The elder culprit had ceased from sobbing, and was 1 mging 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 — TOM AS KING. 191 " How wrought they, to bring the storm ? " '"'' By pulling off their stockings, sire." This astonished Tom, and also fired his curiosity to fever heat. He said, eagerly — " It is wonderful ! Hath it always this dread effect ? " Always, my liege — at least if the woman desire it, and utter the needful words, either in her mind or with her tongue." Tom turned to the woman, and said with impetuous zeal — " Exert thy power — I would see a storm ! " There was a sudden paling of cheeks in the superstitious assem- blage, and a general, though unexpressed, desire to get out of the place — all of which was lost upon Tom, who was dead to every thing but the proposed cataclysm. Seeing a puzzled and astonished look in the woman's face, he added, excitedly — " Never fear — thou shalt be blameless. More — thou shalt go. free - — none shall touch thee. Exert thy power." " O, my lord the king, I have it not — I have been falsely accused." " 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." 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. Tom urged — the woman still adhered to her declarations. Finally he said — " 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 192 rOM AS KING. saving of my forfeit life were the price she got ! It is argument tliat other mothers are made in like mould. Thou art free, goodwife — thou and thy child — for I do think thee innocent. JVow thou'st nought to fear, being pardoned — pull off thy stockings ! — an' thou canst make me a storm, thou shalt be rich ! " 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 dis- comfort and uneasiness. The woman stripped her own feet and her little girl's also, and plainly did her best to reward the king's gener- osity with an earthquake, but it was all a failure and a disappointment. Tom sighed, and said — " There, good soul, trouble thyself no further, thy power is de- parted 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." ^ 1 See Notes to Chapter xv at the end of the volume. Mm .3^^^ CHAPTER XVI THE STATE DINNER. • 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 alread}^ 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. 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: " A gentleman enters the room bearing a rod, and along with him another bearing a table-cloth, 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 l!t5 196 THE STATE DINNER. brought upon the table, they too retire with the same ceremonies per- formed by the first ; at last come two nobles, richly clothed, one bear- ing 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." ^ So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing cor- ridors we hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinct cry, " Place for the king ! way for the king's most ex- cellent majesty!" These sounds are mo- mently repeated — they grow nearer and nearer — and present- ly, almost in our faces, the martial note peals and the cry rings out, " Way for the king ! " At this instant the shining pageant ap- pears, and files in at the door, with a measured march. Let the chronicler speak again : " 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 A OENTLKMAN BEARING A ROD." 1 Leigh Hunt's "The Town," p. 408, quotation from an early tourist. THE STATE DINNER. 197 State in a red scabbard, studded Avith 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 honor, his fifty Gen- tlemen Pensioners, with gilt battle-axes." 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 •THE CHANCELLOR BETWEEN TWO." mind being charmed /W^I^}^I^&S^M^M 1 /P^ '^^^^ occupied with the blithe sights and ' T f /^ pi -^^'^'^ I /:/r^ ^ sounds about him — and besides, no- ' ^/ body 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. 198 THE STATE DINNER. Tom remembered his instructions, and acknowledged his greeting with a sliglit inclination of his plumed head, and a courteous " I thank ye, my good people." 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 fa- miliarity with it. The pageant broke up and grouped itself picturesquely, and remained bareheaded. 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 : " The Yeoman of the Guard entered, bare-headed, 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." Tom made a good dinner, notwithstanding he was conscious that hundreds of eyes followed each morsel to liis mouth and watched him eat it witli an interest which could not have been more intense if it had been a deadly explosive and was expected to blow him up and I THANK YE, MV GOOD PEOPI-E.' TBE STATE DINNER. 199 scatter him all about the place. He was careful not to hurry, and equally careful not to do any thing 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. "he marchkd away in the midst of his pageant." 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. CHAPTER XVII. FOO-FOO THE FIRST. Miles Hendon hurried, along toward the South wark end of the bridge, keeping a sharp lookout 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 203 204 FOO-FOO THE FIRST. Monk's Holm, searching the wood and inquiring as he went. Let us return to the vanished little king, now. 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 — " Thou'lt tarry here, and thy friend lying wounded in the wood yonder? So be it, then." The king's manner changed at once. He cried out — "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!" It was some distance to the wood, but the space was speedily trav- ersed. 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 — " Where is he ? " FOO-FOO THE FIRST. 205 A mocking laugh was liis 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 — " Who art thou ? What is thy business here ? " "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.'" " 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." John Canty replied, in a stern and meas- ured voice — "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 is it 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. THE EUFFIAN FOLLOWED THEIR STEPS." 206 FOO-FOO THE FIRST. Where is thy mother ? where are thy sisters ? They came not to the place appointed — kuowest thou whither they went?" The king answered, sullenly — " Trouble me not with these riddles. My mother is dead ; my sisters are in the palace." " HE SEIZED A 151LI-ET OF WOOD." 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 — " Peace, Hugo, vex him not ; his mind is astray, and thy ways fret FOO-FOO THE FIRST. 20T him. Sit thee down, Jack, and quiet thyself; thou shalt have a moreel to eat, anon." Hobbs and Hugo fell to talking together, in low voices, and the king removed himself as far as he could from their disagreeable com- pany. 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 "he was soon absorbed in thinking." soon absorbed in thinkinge. 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 VHI. 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 coun- tenance 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 V 208 FOO-FOO THE FIRST. away, the lad, wearied with his troubles, sunk gradually into a tranquil and healing slumber. After a considerable time — he could not tell how lonsf — 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 murmur- ous sound, the sul- len beating of rain upon the roof. A snug sense of com- fort 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 inter- ruption proceeded. A grim and unsightly picture met his eye. A A GKIM AND UN.SIGIITJLV PICTUKE. FOO-FOO THE FIRST. 209 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 compan}^ 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 counte- nance, and similarly clad ; there were blind mendicants, with patched or bandaged eyes ; crippled ones, with wooden legs and crutches ; there was a villain-looking peddler 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. 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 — "A song ! a song from the Bat and Dick Dot-and-go-One ! " 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 disencum- bered himself of his timber leg and took his place, upon sound and healthy limbs, beside his fellow-rascal ; then they roared out a rollick- ing ditty, and were re-enforced 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 villanous sound that made the rafters quake. These were the inspiring words : 210 FOO-FOO THE FIBST. "Bien Darkmans then, Bouse Mort and Ken, The bien Coves bings awast, On Chates to trine by Rome Coves dine For his long lib at last. Bing'd out bien Morts and toure, and toufe, Bing out of the Rome vile bine, And toure the Cove that cloy'd your duds, Upon the Chates to trine." ^ Conversation followed ; not in the thieves' dialect of the song, for that was only used in talk when unfriendly ears might be listen- ing. In the course of it it ap- peared 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 everybod3^ 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 an- swered — "London is better than the 'they llOAKEU OUT A ROLLICKING DITTY." country, and safer these late 1 From " The English Rogue; " Loiulou, 1665. FOO-FOO THE FIBST. 211 years, the laws be so bitter and so diligently enforced. An' I had not had that accident, I had staid there. I had resolved to stay, and never more venture country-wards — but the accident has ended that.'" He inquired how many persons the gang numbered now. The " Ruffler," or chief, answered — " Five and twenty sturdy budges, bulks, files, clapperdogeons and maunders, counting the dells and doxies and other morts.^ Most are here, the rest are wandering eastward, along the winter lay. We follow at dawn." " I do not see the Wen among the honest folk about me. Where may he be ? " " Poor lad, his diet is brimstone, now, and over hot for a delicate taste. He was killed in a brawl, somewhere about midsummer." "I sorrow to hear that; the Wen was a capable man, and brave." " 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." "■ She was ever strict — I remember it well — a goodly wench and worthy all commendation. Her mother was more free and less par- ticular ; a troublesome and ugly tempered beldame, but furnished with a wit above the common." "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 toucb me to a sort of tenderness to see the gallant way she met her lot — cursing and revil- ing 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, said I ? — cursing them ! 1 Canting terms for various kinds of thieves, beggars and vagabonds, and their female companions. 212 FOO-FOO THE FIRST. why an' thou shouldst 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." The Ruffler sighed ; the listeners sighed in sympathy ; a general depression fell upon the company for a moment, for even liardened 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 favoring circumstances — as in cases like to this, for instance, when ge- nius and culture depart and leave no heir. However, a deep drink all round soon restored the spirits of the mourners. " Have any others of our friends fared hardly ? " asked Hobbs. '•'■ Some — yes. Particularly new comers — such as small husband- men 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 " WHILST THE FLAMES LICKED UPWARDS." FOO-FOO THE FIRST. 213 hardly. Stand forth, Yokel, Burns, and Hodge — show your adorn- ments ! " 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 "they were whipped at the cart's tail." been ; another showed a brand upon his shoulder — the letter V — and a mutilated ear ; the third said — " 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 214 FOO-FOO THE FIRST. the other place — but the kindly God be thanked, they bide no more in Migland ! 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 altogether 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 3'e 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 A ringing voice came through the murky air — " Thou shalt not ! — and this day the end of that law is come ! " All turned, and saw the fantastic figure of the little king approach- ing hurriedly ; as it emerged into the light and was clearly revealed, a general explosion of inquiries broke out : "Who is it? What is it? Who art thou, manikin?" 1 See Note 10, at end of volume. FOO-FOO THE FIRST. 215 The boy stood unconfused in the midst of all those surprised and ijiiestioning eyes, and answered with princely dignity — " I am Edward, king of England." A wild burst of laughter followed, partly of derision and partly of delight in the excellence of the joke. The king was stun g. He said sharply — " Ye man- n e r 1 e s s va- grants, is this your recogni- tion of the royal boon I have prom- ised?" He said more, with an- gry voice and excited ges- ture, but it was 4'~ 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 — "Mates, he is my son, a dreamer, a fool, and stark mad: — mind him not — he thinketh he is the king." " 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." 216 FOO-FOO TUE FIRST. " Thou It betray me ? — thou ? An' I get my hands upon thee " — " Tut-tut ! " said the burly Ruffler, interposing in time to save the king, and emphasizing 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 my- self." Then he said to his maj- esty, " Thou must make no threats against thy mates, lad ; and thou must guard t h y tongue from saying evil of them else- where. Be king, if it please thy mad humor, 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 ! ' " " Long live Edwahd, King of England ! " KNOCKING HOBBS DOWN. FOO-FOO THE FIRST. 217 The response came with such a tliundergust from the motley crew that the crazy building vibrated to the sound. The httle king's face lighted with pleasure for an instant, and, he slightly inclined his head and said with grave simplicity — " I thank you, my good people." 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 — " Drop it, boy, 'tis not wise, nor well. Humor thy fancy, if thou must, but choose some other title." A tinker shrieked out a suggestion — " Foo-foo the First, King of the Mooncalves ! " The title "• took," at once, every throat responded, and a roaring shout went up, of — " Long live Foo-foo the First, King of the Mooncalves ! " followed by hootings, cat-calls, and peals of laughter. " Hale him forth, and crown him ! " "Robe him!" " Sceptre him ! " " Throne him ! " 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 mock- ing supplications, whilst they swabbed their eyes with their soiled and ragged sleeves and aprons — " Be gracious to us, O, sweet king ! " " Trample not upon thy beseeching worms, O noble majesty ! " " Pity thy slaves, and comfort them with a royal kick I " " Cheer us and warm us with thy gracious rays, O flaming sun of sovereignty I " 218 FOO-FOO THE FIRST. " Sanctify the ground with the touch of thy foot, tliat we may eat tlie dirt and be ennobled ! " " 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 ! " But the humorous tinker made the " hit " of the evening and car- ried off the honors. 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 FOO-FOO THE FIRST. 219 made himself so killiiigiy fu 11113- that he was the envy and admiration of the whole mangy rabble. 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! " CHAPTER XVIII. THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. The troop of vagabonds turned out at early dawn, and set forward on their mareh. There was a lowering sky overhead, sloppy ground under foot, and a winter chill in the air. All gayety was gone from the company ; some were sullen and silent, some were irritable and petulant, none were gentle-humored, all were thirsty. The Ruffler put " Jack " in Hugo's charge, with some brief instruc- tions, 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. After a while the weather grew milder, and the clouds lifted some- what. 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. By and by they invaded a small farm house 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 223 224 THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. .v::j. hands, and made coarse jests about them, accompanied with insulting epithets and bursts of horse-laughter. They threw bones and vege- tables 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 authori- ties. 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 — THE TKOOP OF VAGABONDS SET FORWARD." THE PRINCE WITH THE TBAMPS. 225 " I see nought to steal ; it is a paltry place. Wherefore we will beg." "TTe, forsooth! Follow thy trade — it befits thee. But I will not beg." " Thou'lt not beg!" exclaimed Hugo, eying the king with sur- prise. " Prithee, since when hast thou reformed ? " "What dost thou mean?" " Mean? Hast thou not begged the streets of London all thy life?" "I? Thou idiot!" '4^ ■' THEY THREW BONES AND VEGETABLES." " Spare thy compliments — thy stock will last the longer. Thy father says thou hast begged all thy days. Mayhap he lied. Perad- venture you will even make so bold as to say he lied," scoffed Hugo. "Him you call my father? Yes, he lied." " 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." "Save thyself the trouble. I will tell him." 226 THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. " 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; / 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 humor to give over begging, wherewithal shall we busy ourselves ? With robbing kitchens ? " The king said, impatiently — " Have done with this folly — you weary me ! " ^ Hugo replied, with temper — " 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 / beg. Refuse, an' you think you may venture ! " The king was about to reply contemptuously, when Hugo said, interrupting — " 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, ' O, sir, it is my poor afflicted brother, and we be friendless ; o' God's name cast through your mer- ciful 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 3^ou 07i wailing, and abate not till we bilk him of his penny, else shall you rue it." 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. " O dear, O dear ! " cried the benevolent stranger, " O poor soul, poor soul, how he doth suffer! There — let me help thee up." THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. 227 " 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." " 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 BEGAN TO WRITHE ANI> WALLOW IN THE DIRT." them, and most welcome. Now come hither, my boy, and help me carry thy stricken brother to yon house, where " — " I am not his brother," said the king, interrupting. "What! not his brother?" " O hear him ! " groaned Hugo, then privately ground his teeth. " He denies his own brother — and he with one foot in the grave ! " 228 THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. " 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 ? " " A beggar and a thief ! He has got your money and has picked your pocket likewise. An' thou wouldst do a healing miracle, lay thy staff over his shoulders and trust Providence for the rest." But Hugo did not tarry for the miracle. In a mo- ment he was up and off like the wind, the gen- tleman following after and raising the hue and cry lustily -as he went. The king, breath- ing deep gratitude to Heaven for his own release, fled in the opposite direc- tion 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 hur- ried along, as briskly as he could, during several hours, keeping a ner- vous watch over his shoulder for pursuit ; but his fears left him at last, and a grateful sense of security took their place. He recognized, now, that he was hungry ; and also very tired. So he halted at a farm house ; but when he was about to speak, he was cut short and driven rudely away. His clothes were against him. THE KINO FLED IN THE OPPOSITE DIKECTION." THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. 229 He wandered on, wounded and indignant, and Avas 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 farm house ; 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. The night came on, chilly and overcast ; and still the footsore monarch labored 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. He stumbled along, through the grewsome 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 230 THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. still, and the hospitable barn looked so enticing, that at last he re- solved to risk every thing 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 laborers came in, tern with them, and ing meanwhile. Whilst with the light, the king his eyes and took the HE STUMBLED ALONG. bringing tlie Ian- fell to work, talk- they moved about made good use of bearings of what seemed to be a good sized stall at the further end of the place, pur- posing 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. THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. 231 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 horsy odor that was almost suffocatingly powerful. 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-con- sciousness. Then, just as he was on the point of losing himself wholly, he distinctly felt something touch him I JHe was broad awake in a moment, and gasping for breath. The cold horror of tliat mys- terious 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 reason- ably 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 ! 232 THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS, 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, gingerl}^ ; and snatched it suddenly back, with a gasp — not because it had encountered any thing, but because he had felt so sure it was just gohig 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 Avould 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 encoun- tered 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. THE PRINCE WITH THE TEAMPS. 233 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. 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 lone- some and friend- less that the c o m p a n y and comradeship of even this hum- ble animal was 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. While stroking its sleek warm back — for it lay near him and within easy re;^cli — it occurred to him that this calf might be utilized in more ways than one. Whereupon he re-arranged his bed, spread- ing 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. 234 THE PRINCE WITH THE TRAMPS. Pleasant thoughts came, at once ; life' took on a cheerfuller seem- ing. He was free of the bonds of servitude and crime, free of the companionship of base and brutal outlaws ; he was warm, he was shel- tered ; 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 enjo3ed it. He merely snuggled the closer to his friend, in a luxury of warm content- ment, 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 embar- rassed by sleeping with a king. CHAPTER XIX. THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. 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 cosey bed for itself in his bosom. Being disturbed, now, it scam- pered away. The boy smiled, and said, " Poor fool, why so fearful ? I am as forlorn as thou. 'Twould be a shame in me to hurt the help- less, 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." 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 togetlier, 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 — "He hath a comely face." The other added — "And pretty hair." " But is ill clothed enow." "And how starved he looketh." 237 238 THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. They came still nearer, sidling shyly around and about him, ex- amining 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 protec- tion, and took a good satisfying stare with their innocent eyes ; then one of them plucked up all her courage and inquired with honest directness — "Who art thou, boy?" "I am the king," was the grave answer. 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 — « The Hng ? What king ? " "The king of England." The children looked at each other — then ac him — then at each other again — wonderingly, perplexedly — then one said — " Didst hear him, Margery ? — he saith he is the king. Can that be true ? " " How can it be else but true. Prissy ? Would he say a lie ? For look; you. Prissy, an' it were not true, it ivould 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." 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 honor with the simple remark — " If thou art truly the king, then I believe thee." "I am truly the king." This settled the matter. His majesty's royalty was accepted with- out 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 THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. 239 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 farm house to find a break- fast for him. The king was cheerful and happy, now, and said to himself, "When I am come to mine own again, I will always honor little children, re- memb e ring how that these trusted me and believed in me in my time of trouble ; whilst they that were older, and thought them- selves wiser, mocked at me and held me for a liar." 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 TOOK A GOOD SATISFYING STARE." 240 THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. friends or keepers; so she tried to find out whence he had come, in order tliat she might take measures to return him ; but all her refer- ences to neighboring 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, "the CHILDKEN'S MOTHEK liECElVEB THE KING KINDLY." 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. 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 THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. 241 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 enthu- siasm. Then 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. Her tired tongue got a chance to rest, now ; for the king's, in- spired 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." 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 — 242 THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. " Another English king had a commission like to this, in a byg-one time — it is nothing against my dignity to undertake an office Avhich the great Alfred stooped to assume. But I will try to better serve my trust than he ; for he let the cakes burn." The intent was good, but the performance was not answerable to it ; for this king, like the othei one, soon fell into deep thinknigs concerning his vast affairs, and the same calamity resulted — the cookery got burned. The woman returned in time to save the breakfast from entire de- struction ; and she p r ) m p 1 1 y 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 Kim. The boy made a hearty and satisfying meal, and was greatly re- "BKOUanT THE KIKU OUT OF UlS DKKAMS." THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. . 243 freshed 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 tlie favor 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 b}' 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 Ids 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. 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." 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 244 THE PRINCE WITH THE PEASANTS. SO awkward at this service, that she retired him from it and gave him a butcher knife to grind. Afterward 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 pic- turesquely 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 ! The King discovered these rascals ap- proaching the front gate before they had had a chance to see him ; so he said noth- ing 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. GAVE HIM A BUTCHER KNIFE TO GRIND." CHAPTER XX. THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. 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. 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 realized that the night was coming on. It made him shudder to think of spending it in such an uncanny 247 248 THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. 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. And how glad he was when at last he caught the glimmer of a light ! He approached it waril}^, 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 tip- toe, 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 ; HE TURNED AND DESCKIED TWO FIGUKES. THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. 249 on the hearth the remains of a fagot 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 snow}^ white ; he was clothed in a robe of sheepskins which reached from his neck to his heels. "A holy hermit!" said "the king to himself; "now am I indeed fortunate." The hermit rose from his knees ; the king knocked. A deep voice responded — " Enter I — but leave sin behind, for the ground whereon thou shalt stand is holy ! " 250 THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. The king entered, and paused. The hermit turned a pair of gleam- ing, unrestful eyes upon him, and said — "Who art thou?" " I am the king," came the answer, with placid simplicity. "Welcome, king I " cried the hermit, v/ith enthusiasm. Then, bus- tling about with feverish activity, and constantly saying "Welcome, welcome," he arranged his bench, seated the king on it, by the hearth, threw some fagots on the fire, and finally fell to pacing the floor, with a nervous stride. " Welcome I Ma,ny 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 splendors 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 slialt 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." 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 THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. 251 apprehension. But the hermit went on muttering, and gave no heed. And still muttering, he approached the king and said, impressively — " '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 — " I am an archangel ! " 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 mad- man ! sions and they showed plainly in his face. In a low, excited voice, the hermit continued — '•'• 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 His apprehen- were heightened. " I WILL TELL YOU A SECRET." 252 THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. me, king ! yes, they knelt to me ! for I was greater than they. 1 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 arch- angel! — 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 des- tiny ! " 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 arch- angel — I that should have been pope!" 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. 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, THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. 253 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 puke the brands about in an absent and aim- less way. Presently he paused ; then tapped his forehead several times with his fingers, as if trying to recall some thought which had es- caped from his mind. Apparently he w^as unsu^ cessful. Now he started quickly up, and entered his guest's room, and said — "Thou art king?" " Y e s," :" was the ' response, drowsily uttered. " What king?" "Of England." "Of England! Then Henry is gone ! " " Alack, it is so. I am his son." 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 — CHATTING PLEASANTLY ALL THE TIME.' 254 THE PRINCE AND THE HERMIT. " Dost know it was he that turned us out into the world houseless and homeless?" 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. 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." 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: " 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 ever- lasting ! " THE PRINCE AND TEE HERMIT. 255 And so he wrought ; and still wrought ; mumbling — chuckling a low rasping chuckle, at times — and at times breaking again into words : " It was his father that did it all. , i I am but an archangel — but for him, I should be pope ! " The king stirred. The hermit sprang noiselessly to the bedside, and went down upon his knees, bending over the prostrate form with his knife up- lifted. The boy stirred again ; his eyes came open for an instant, but there was no specu- 1 a t i o n in them, they saw noth- ing ; the next m o- m e n t his tranquil breathing showed that his sleep was sound once more. The hermit watched and listened, for a time, keeping his position and scarcely breathing ; then he slowly lowered his arm, and presently crept away, saying, — 'dpvEw his thumb along the edge." 256 THE PBINCE AND THE HERMIT. " It is long past midnight — it is not best that he should cry out, lest by accident some one be passing." 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 wak- " THE NEXT MOMENT THEY WERE BOUND. ing 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 arch- angel 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 to- gether and compacted, that the boy slept peacefully through it all without stirring. CHAPTER XXI. HENDON TO THE RESCUE. 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. 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 — "•Son of Henry the Eighth, hast thou prayed?" 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. " Then pray again. Pray the prayer for the dying ! " 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 259 260 HENDON TO THE RESCUE. 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 I" The boy uttered a despairing groan, and ceased from his struggles, panting. The tears came, then, and trickled, one after the other, but this piteous sight wrought no softening- down his face ; effect savage old man. The dawn was coming, now ; the hermit observed it, and spoke up sharply, with a touch of nervous apprehension in his voice — " 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 "... The rest was lost in inarticulate mutterings. The old man sunk upon his knees, his knife in his hand, and bent himself over the moaning boy — 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 — " HE SUNK UPON HIS KNEES, HIS KNIFE IN HAND. HENDON TO THE RESCUE. 261 " HuUo-oo ! Open I And despatch, in the name of all the devils ! " O, this was the blessedest sound that had ever made music in the king's ears ; for it was Miles Hendon's voice I The hermit, grinding his teeth in impotent rage, moved swiftly out of the bedchamber, closing the door behind him ; and straight- way the king heard a talk, to this effect, proceeding from the " chapel : " " Homage and greeting, reverend sir ! Where is the boy — my boy?" " What boy, friend ? " " What boy ! Lie me no lies, sir priest, play me no decep- tions ! — I am not in the humor 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?" " 0, good sir, peradventure you mean the ragged regal vagrant that tarried here the night. If such as you take interest in such as he, know, then, that I have sent him of an errand. He will be back anon." "• How soon ? How soon ? Gome, waste not the time — cannot I overtake him? How soon will he be back?" " Thou needst not stir ; he will return quickly." "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." "Forany waw — no; haply not. But I am not a man." 262 HENBON TO THE REtiCUE. •"■ What! Now o' God's name what art thou, then?" "It is a secret — mark thou reveal it not. I am an arcliangel ! *' There was a tremendous ejacuhition from Miles Hendon — not altogether unprofane — followed b_y — " 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' 'sh ! What noise All this while command ! Let me — was that?" the little king had been "god mabe every ckeatuke but you!" 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 realizing, 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 ex- erted himself once more, and with all his energy, just as the hermit was saying — HENDON TO THE RESCUE. 263 '•Noise? I heard only the wind." " Mayhap it was. Yes, doubtless that was it. I have been hear- ing it faintly all the — there it is again! It is not the wind! What an odd sound ! Come, we will hunt it out ! " 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 — "Ah, it came from without — I think from the copse yonder. Come, I will lead the way." The king heard the two pass out, talking; heard their footsteps die quickly away — then he was alone with a boding, brooding, awful silence. 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 — "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." "He — but wait; I will go with thee." " Good — good ! Why, truly thou art better than thy looks. Marry I do 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." " No — ride thy mule, and lead thine ass ; I am surer on mine own feet, and will walk." " Then prithee mind the little beast for me while I take my life 264 HENDON TO THE RESCUE. ill my hands and make what success I may toward mounting the big one." Then followed a confusion of kicks, cuffs, tramplings and plun- gings, 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. 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 set- tled down upon his heart. "My only friend is deceived and got rid of," he said ; " the THE FETTERED LITTLE KING. 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. 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 HEN DON TO THE RESCUE. 265 made him close his eyes ; horror made him open them again — and before him stood John Canty and Hugo ! He would have said " Thank God ! " if his jaws had been free. A moment or two later his limbs were at liberty, and his cagtors each gripping him by an arm, were hurrying him with all speed through the forest. CHAPTER XXII. A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 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 spitefulnesses 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 sjDirit. 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 customarj^ orgies, he amused the company by putting small indignities ujjon him — always as if by accident. Twice he stepped upon the king's toes — accidentally — and the king, as became his royalty, was contemptu- ously 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 gladia- tors, and the betting and cheering began. 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 2()9 270 A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 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 tar- get for a pitiless bom- bardment of ridicule, slunk from the field ; and the unscathed hero of the fight was seized and borne aloft upon the shoulders of the jo3'ous rabble to the place of honor beside the RufiQer, where with vast ceremony he was crowned King of the Game-Cocks ; his mean- er title being at the same time solemnly can- celled and annulled, and a decree of banishment from the gang pro- nounced against any who should thenceforth utter it. 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 HUGO STOOD NO CHANCE.' A 'VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 271 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 him 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 de- clined to plead for the mendicants, or be a party to their cause in any way. 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. 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. The morning after that combat, Hugo got up with a heart filled with vengeful purposes against the king. He had two plans, in par- ticular. One was to inflict uj^on 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. 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 272 A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 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 "HUGO BOUND THE POULTICE TIGHT AND FAST." ' /.'/i angry-looking ; blood was then rubbed upon the limb, which, being fully dried, took on a dark and repulsive color. 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 comj^assion of the passer-by.^ 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 camjD they threw him duwji 1 From " Tlu! English llogne;" London, l(>(i5. A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 273 and the tinker held him while Hugo bound the poultice tight and fast upon his leg. The king raged and stormed, and promised to hang the two tlie moment the sceptre ^v'as 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 U) 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. 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 Avould 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 nim to steal ! 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 headquarters. 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 ]iopular, now, and the gang luight 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. Very well. All in good time Hugo strolled off to a neighboring 274 A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 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 forever. Both threw away some tolerably fair-looking opportunities ; for both, in their secret hearts, were resolved to make absolutel}^ sure work this time, and neither meant to allow his fevered desnes to seduce him into any venture that had much un- ■\_. TAUKY HEKE TILL 1 C'OMK AGAIN. certainty about it. Hugo's chance came first. For at last a woman ap- proached who car- ried 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 hnn, 'ti-s good-den and God keep thee, King of the Game-Cocks ! " He waited and watched — outwardly patient, but inwardly consuming Avith excitement — till the woman had passed by, and the time was ripe ; then said, in a low voice — again," and darted stealthily after the " Tarry here till I come prey. The king's heart was filled with joy — he could make his escape, now, if Hugo's quest only carried him far enough away. A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 275 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. Tlie liue and cry was raised in a moment, by the woman, who knew her loss by the light- ening of her burden, although she had not seen the pilfering done. Hugo thrust the bundle into the king's hands without halting, saying, — "Now speed ye after me with the rest, and cr}' 'Stop thief!' but mind ye lead them astray I " 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. The insulted king threw the bundle on the ground ; and the blanket fell away from it just as the woman arrived, with an aug- menting 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 bo}^ while he struggled, without success, to free himself from her grip. Hugo had seen enough — his enemy was captured and the law would get him, now — so he slipped away, jubilant and chuckling, and wended camp wards, framing a judicious version of the matter to give to the Ruffler's crew as he strode along. The king continued to struggle in the woman's strong grasp, and now and then cried out, in vexation — " Unhand me, thou foolish creature ; it was not I that bereaved thee of thy paltry goods." 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 276 A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. with convincing force upon the man's arm, flat-side down, the fantastic owner of it remarking pleasantly at the same time — " Marry, good souls, let us proceed gently, not with ill Wood and THE KING SPRANG TO HIS DKLIVEREK'S SIDE." uncharitable words. This is matter for the law's consideration, not private and unofficial handling. Loose thy hold from the bo3% good- wife." The blacksmith averaged the stalwart soldier with a glance, then went muttering away, rubbing his arm ; the woman released the boy's A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. 277 wrist reluctantly ; the crowd eyed the stranger iinlovingly, but pru- dently closed their mouths. The king sprang to his deliverer's side. with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, exclaiming — " Thou hast lagged sorely, but thou comest in good season, now. Sir Miles ; carve me this rabble to rags ! " CHAPTER XXIII THE PRINCE A PRISONER. Hendon forced back a smile, and bent down and whispered in the king's ear — " 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 craz}^ fancies ! . . . An empty and foolish title is mine, and yet it is something to have deserved it, for I think it is more honor 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." 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 — ''Gently, good friend, withhold your hand — he shall go peaceably; I am responsible for that. Lead on, we will follow." 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 — "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 281 282 THE PRINCE A PRISONER. the king is on his throne again, can it ever grieve him to remember that when he was seemingly a private person he loyally sunk the king in the citizen and submitted to its authority?" " 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." When the woman was called upon to testify before the jus- tice 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 con- trary, so the king- stood convicted. The bundle was now un- rolled, 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, pro- tected by his ignorance. The judge meditated, during an ominous pause, then turned to the woman, with the question — "gently, good fkienu. THE PRINCE A PRISONER. 283 "What dost thou hold this property to be worth?" The woman courtesied and replied — " Three shillings and eightpence, your worship — I could not abate a penny and set forth the value honestly." The justice glanced around uncomfortably upon the crowd, then nodded to the constable and said — " Clear the court and close the doors." It was done. None remained but the two officials, the accused, the accuser, and JNIiles Hendon. This latter was rigid and colorless, 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 — " '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 thirteen pence ha'penny the law saith he shall hang for it ! " The little king started, wide-eyed with consternation, but con- trolled himself and held his peace ; but not so the woman. She sprang to her feet, shaking with fright, and cried out — " O, 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?" The justice maintained his judicial composure, and simply said — " Doubtless it is allowable to revise the value, since it is not yet writ upon the record." , " Then in God's name call the pig eightpence, and heaven bless the day that freed my conscience of this awesome thing ! " 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 284 THE PRINCE A PRISONER. 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 — ''It is a fat pig, and promises good eating ; I will buy it of thee ; here is the eightpence." " 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 nor tampered with. A fig for thy eightpence ! " " Stands the wind in that quarter ? Thou wast under oath, and so SHE SPKANG TO HEK FEET." THE PRINCE A PRISONER. 285 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." " There, there, dear heart, say no more, I am content. Give me the eightpence, and hold thy peace about the matter." 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 any thing 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 — " Idiot, dost imagine I will enter a common jail alive ? " Hendon bent down and said, somewhat sharply — " 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 See Notes to Chapter 23, at end of volume. CHAPTER XXIV. THE ESCAPE. 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 accom- plish their errands as quickly as possible and then snugly house them- selves 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 won- dered if the spectacle of a king on his wa}^ to jail had ever encountered such marvellous indifference before. By and b}^ 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 — "Bide a moment, good sir, there is none in hearing, and I would say a word to thee." " My duty forbids it, sir : prithee hinder me not, the night comes on." " Stay, nevertheless, for the matter concerns thee nearly. Turn thy back a moment and seem not to see : let this poor lad escape.''^ "This to me, sir! I arrest thee in" — " 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 289 290 THE ESCAPE, in the man's ear — " the pig thou hast purchased for eightpence may cost thee thy neck, man ! '" 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 — " I have a liking to thee, friend, and would not willingly see thee come to harm. Ob- serve, I heard it all — every word, I will prove it to thee." Then he repeated the conver- sation which the officer and the woman had had together in the hall, word for word, and ended with — " There — have I set it forth correctly? ' Should not I be able to set it forth correctly before the judge, if oc- casion required ? " The man was dumb with fear and distress, for a moment ; then he rallied and said with forced lightness — " 'Tis making a mighty matter indeed, out of a jest ; I but plagued the woman for mine amusement." "Kept you the woman's pig I'di- amusement?" The man answered sharply — " Nought else, good sir — I tell thee 'twas but a jest." " I do begin to believe thee," said Hendon, with a perplexing mix- ture of mockery and half-conviction in his tone ; '' but tarry thou here "the pig may cost thy neck, man." THE ESCAPE. 291 a moment whilst I run and ask his worship — for nathless, he being a man experienced in hiw, in jests, in " — He was moving away, still talking ; the constable hesitated, fidgetted, spat out an oath or two, then cried out — "Hold, hold, good sir — prithee wait a little — the judge I whv man, he hath no more sympathy with a jest than hath a dead corpse I — 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 ? " "• Only that thou be blind an|^ 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 favor, and that a very little one. "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 plainl}^ 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." Hendon replied with a solemnity which chilled the air about him — " This jest of thine hath a name, in law, — wot you what it is ? " " I knew it not ! Peradventure I have been unwise. I never dreamed it had a name — ah, sweet heaven, I thought it was original." " Yes, it hath a name. In the law this crime is called Noii conqjos mentis lex talionis sic transit gloria Mundiy " Ah, my God ! " "And the penalty is death!" " God be merciful to me, a sinner ! " " By advantage taken of one in fault, in dire peril, and at thy mercy, thou hast seized goods worth above thirteen pence ha'penny, 292 THE ESCAPE. pa}dng 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." "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 hap- pen." " Good ! now thou'rt wise and reasonable. And thou'lt restore the pig?" " I will, I will in- deed — nor ever touch another, though heaven send it and an arch- "BEAI4 MK UP, BEAU MK Ul>, SWKKT Siu!" aUgcl fctch it. Go I am blind for thy sake — I see nothing. I Avill 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." " 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." CHAPTER XXV HENDON HALL. As soon as Henclon and the king were out of sight of the con- stable, 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 Henclon'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. 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 moder- ate 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. 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. 295 296 HEN DON HALL. 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 wan- derings 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 JOGGING EASTWAKD ON SOBRY STEEDS." — 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 lain 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. HENBON HALL. 297 " And old Sanctum Sanctorum was truly sorry your highness came not back," said Hendon ; " I saw it in his face." "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. During the last day of the trip, Hendon's spirits were soaring. His tongue ran constantly. He talked about his old father, ^^^ ^^H^^ ^^^ ^^^^ bi'other Arthur, and told of many ''^*^Mijy,\M^^P%j. things which illustrated their high and gen- l^-i^' '^1^ erous characters ; he went ' THERE IS THE VILLAGE, MY PRINCE ! " into loving frenzies over his Edith, and was so gladhearted 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 delioht there would be. 298 HEN DON HALL. 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 ascend- ing some hillock he might not pierce the distance and catch a glimpse of his home. At last he was successful, and cried out excitedly — " 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, 7iow 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." All possible hurry was made ; still, it was after three o'clock before the village was reached. The travellers scampered through it, Hen- don'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 marketplace." "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 a half mile, then passed into a vast flower garden through an imposing gateway whose huge stone pillars bore sculp- tured armorial devices. A noble mansion was before them. " Welcome to Hendon Hall, my king ! " exclaimed Miles. " Ali, '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 transjjorts of the meeting, and so thou'lt seem but coldly welcomed — but n>ind it not; 'twill soon seem otherwise; for HENDON HALL. 299 when I say thou art my ward, and tell them how costly is my love for thee, thon'lt see them take thee to their breasts for Miles Hendon's sake, and make their house and hearts thy home forever after ! " 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 spa- cious apartment; he en- tered, seated the king with more hurry than EMBRACE ME, HUGH,' HE CRIED. ceremony, then ran toward a young man who sat at a writing table in front of a generous fire of logs. " 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 ! " 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 curi- 300 BENBON HALL. osity, mixed with a real or assumed compassion. Presently he said, in a mild voice — " Th}^ wits seem touched, poor stranger ; doubtless thou hast suf- fered privations and rude buffe tings at the world's hands ; thy looks and dress betoken it. Whom dost thou take me to be ? '" " Take thee ? Prithee for whom else than whom thou art ? I take thee to be Hugh Hendon," said Miles, sharply. The other continued, in the same soft tone — " And whom dost thou imagine thyself to be ? " " Imagination hath nought to do with it I Dost thou pretend thou knowest me not for thy brother Miles Hendon ? "" An expression of pleased surprise flitted across Hugh's face, and he exclaimed — "• 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!" 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 stepj^ing 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 — " 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 ! " He was about to throw himself upon his brother ; but Hugh put HENDON HALL. 301 up his hand in dissent, then dropped his chin mournfully upon his breast, saying with emotion — " Ah, God of his mercy give me strength to bear this grievous disappointment ! " Miles, amazed, could not speak, for a moment ; then he found his tongue, and cried out — "JJUGH PUT UP HIS HAND IN DISSENT." " What disappointment ? Am I not thy brother ? " Hugh shook his head sadly, and said — " 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." " What letter ? " " One that came from over sea, some six or seven years ago. It said mv brother died in battle." 302 HENDON HALL. m " It was a lie ! Call thy father — he will know me." " One may not call the dead.'* "Dead?" Miles's voice was subdued, and his lips trembled. " My father dead ! — O, 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." " He, also, is dead." "- 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 " — " Is dead ? No, she lives." ^ 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." " All are gone but five — Peter, Halsey, David, Bernard and Margaret." So saying, Hugh left the room. Miles stood musing, a while, then began to walk the floor, muttering — " The five arch villains have survived the two-and-twenty leal and honest — 'tis an odd thing." He continued walking back and forth, muttering to himself; lie 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 — " Mind not thy mischance, good man ; there be others in the world whose identity is denied, and whose claims are derided. Thou hast company." " Ah, my king," cried Hendon, coloring slightly, " do not thou condemn me — wait, and thou shalt see. I am no impostor — she will say it ; you shall hetir it from the sweetest lips in England, I an HENDON HALL. 303 impostor ? Why I know this ohl 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." " A BEAUTIFUL LADY, RICHLY CLOTHED, FOLLOWED HUGH. " I do not doubt thee," said the king, with a childlike simplicity and faith. "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 — " Dost thou doubt me ? " A guilty confusion seized upon Hendon, and he was grateful that 304 HEX DON HALL. the door opened to admit Hugh, at that moment, and saved hmi the necessity of replying. 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 Hen don sprang forward, crying out — " O, my Edith, my darling " — But Hugh waved him back, gravely, and said to the lady — " Look upon liim. Do 3'ou know him ? *' At the sound of Miles's voice the woman had started, slightly, and her clieeks 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 fright- ened gaze ; the blood sank out of her face, drop by droj), till nothing remained but the gray 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. Miles Hendon sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands. After a pause, his brother said to the servants — " You have observed him. Do you know him? " They shook their heads ; then the master said — " The servants know you not, sir. I fear there is some mistake. You liave seen that my wife knew you not.'" " Thy tvife ! " In an instant Hugh was })inned to the wall, with an iron grip about his throat. " O, 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 honorable soldiership with the slaying of so pitiful a manikin ! '" Hugh, red-faced; and almost suffocated, reeled to the nearest chair, and commanded the servants to seize and bind the murderous stranc^er. They hesitated, and one of them said — « " He is armed. Sir Hugh, and we are weaponless." HENBON HALL. 305 '^ Armed? What of it, and ye so many ? Upon him, I say ! " But Miles warned them to be careful what they did, and added — "■ Ye know me of old — I have not changed ; come on, an' it like you." This reminder did not hearten the servants much ; they still held back. " 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 fy^ threshold, and said to Miles, "HUGH WAS PINNED TO THE WALL." " You'll find it to your advantage to offend not with useless endeavors at escape." '^ Escape ? Spare thyself discomfort, an' that' is all that troubles thee. For Miles Hendon is master of Hendon Hall and all its belong- ings. He will remain — doubt it not." CHAPTER XXVI. DISOWNED. The king sat musing a few moments, then looked up and said — " 'Tis strange — most strange. I cannot account for it." " No, it is not strange, my liege. I know him, and this conduct is but natural. He was a rascal from his birth." " O.^ I spake not of him. Sir Miles." " Not of him ? Then of what ? What is it that is strange ? " " That the king is not missed." ,"How? Which? I doubt I do not understand." " 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 dis- tress that the head of the State is gone ? — that I am vanished away and lost?" "Most true, my king, I had forgot." Then Hendon sighed, and muttered to himself, "• Poor ruined mind — still busy with its pathetic dream." "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." " Might it not be best, my prince, that we wait, here, until I prove 309 310 DISOWNED. myself and make my rights secure to my domains? I should be so much the better able then to " — The king interrupted him imperiously — " Peace ! What are thy paltry domains, thy trivial interests, con- trasted with matters which concern the weal of a nation and the inte< a throne ! " Then he added, gentle voice, as if he were son " OBEY, AND HAVE NO FEAR." 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." So saying, he took the pen, and set himself to work. Hendon contemplated him lovingly, a while, then said to himself — " An' it were dark, I should think it tvas a king that spoke ; there's DISOWNED. 311 no denying it, when the humor's upon 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." The next moment Sir Miles's thoughts had gone back to the recent ej)isode. So absorbed was he in his musings, that when the king pres- ently handed him the paper which he had been writing, he received it and pocketed it without being conscious of the act. " How marvel- lous 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 7nust 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 Avas under his com- pulsion. 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." 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 fi'rm step, and her carriage was full of grace and gentle dignity. Her face was as sad as before. 312 DISOWNED. Miles sprang forwarrl, Math a happy confidence, to meet lier, 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 simpl}^ did she take the sense of old-comradeship out of liim, 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 lie ivas the person he was pretending to be, after all. The lady Edith said — "Sir, I have come to warn you. The mad cannot be persuaded out of their delusions, perchance ; but doubtless they may be per- suaded 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." " Heavens, madam, but I am he ! " " 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 tliis region ; his power hath hardly any limit ; the people prosper or starve, as he wills. If 3'ou 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 yovi are but a mad imi)ostor, 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 ])unishment would be no less sure ; he would deny you and denounce you, and none would be bold enough to give you countenance." "Most truly I believe it," said Miles, bitterly. "The power that DISOWNED. 313 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 honor are concerned." A faint tinge appeared for a moment _ ^ in the lady's cheek, and she dropped her eyes to the floor ; but her voice be- AM I MILES HENDON ? " trayed no emotion when she proceeded — " 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 314 DISOWNED. this miscreant. Your pretensions are a menace to his title and pos- sessions ; 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. O be warned, poor soul, and escape while you may." Miles declined the purse with a gesture, and rose up and stood before her. " Grant me one thing," he said. " Let your eyes rest upon mine, so that I may see if they be steady. There — now ansAver me. Am I Miles Hendon?" "No. I know you not." "Swear it!" The answer was low, but distinct — "I swear." " O, this passes belief!" " Fly ! Why will 3'ou waste the precious time ? Fly, and save yourself." At that moment the officers burst into the room and a violent struggle began ; but Hendon was soon overpowered and dragged away. The king was taken, also, and both were bound, and led to prison. CHAPTER XXVII. IN PRISON. 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 indig- nity 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 ccld 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. But gradually his confused^nd tormenting tlioughts 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 any thing 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. 317 318 TN PRTSON. Wrapped in prison blankets of a soiled and tattered coi\dition, Hen- don and the king passed a troubled night. For a bribe the jailer had furnished liquor to some of the prisoners ; singing of ribald songs, fight- ing, 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 jailei could come to the res- cue. The jailer restored peace by giving the man a sound clubbing about the head and shoulders — then the ca- rousing ceased ; and after that, all had an op- portunity to sleep who did not mind the annoyance of the moanings and groanin^s of the two wounded people. During the ensuing week, the days and nights were of a monoto- nous 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 — " The villain is in this room — cast thy old eyes about and see if thou canst say which is he." CHAINED IN A LARGE KOOM." IN PRISON. 319 Hendon glanced up, and experienced a pleasant sensation for tlie 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.'' The old man gazed around the room, glanced at each face in turn, and finally said — '* I see none here but paltry knaves, scum o' the streets. Which is he ? " The jailer laughed. " Here," he said ; " scan this big animal, and grant me an opinion." The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and ear- nestly, then shook his head and said — "Marry, tJiis is no Hendon — nor ever was!" " Right ! Thj^ old eyes are sound yet. An' I were Sir Hugh, I would take the shabby carle and " — The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tip-toe with an imaginary halter, at the same time making a gurgling noise in his throat sugges- tive of suffocation. The old man said, vindictively — " Let him bless God an' he fare no worse. An' / had the handling o' the villain, he should roast, or I am no true man I " The jailer laughed a pleasant hyena laugh, and said — " Give him a piece of thy mind, old man — they all do it. Thou'lt find it good diversion." Then he sauntered toward his ante-room and disappeared. The old man dropped upon his knees and whispered — " 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 rub- 320 IN PRISON. bish o' the streets. I am old and poor, Sir Miles ; but say the word and I will go forth and proclaim the truth though 1 be strangled for it." " No," said Hendon ; " thou shalt not. It would ruin thee, and yet "thk old man looked hendon ovek." help but little in my cause. But I thank thee ; for thou hast given me back somewhat of my lost faith in my kind." 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 IN prison: 321 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 mteilaided ^\lth insulting epithets de- livered in a louder voice, for the benefit of other hearers. 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 be- lieved he was going to die, and he wished to see Hugh and Edith settled in life before he passed awaj' ; 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 ]iad not proved a happy one. It was whispered about the country that shortly after the nup- tials the bride found among her husband's papers several rough and incomplete drafts of the fatal letter, and had accused him of pre- " INFOKMATION DELIVKRED IN A LOW VOICE." 322 IN PRISON. cipitating 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. There was a bit of Andrews's gossip which the king listened to with a lively interest — " There is rumor that the kiug is mad. But in charity forbear to say / mentioned it, for 'tis death to speak of it, they say." His majesty glared at the old man and said — " 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." " 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 — "The late king is to be buried at Windsor in a da}'' or two — the 16th of the month, — and the new king will be crowned at West- minster the 20th." " Methinks they must needs find him first," muttered his majesty ; then added, confidently, "but they will look to that — and so also shall I." "In the name of" — But the old man got no further — a warning sign from Hendon checked his remark. He resumed the thread of his gossip — " Sir Hugh goeth to the coronation — and with grand hopes. He confidently looketh to come back a peer, for he is high in favor with the Lord Protector." "What Lord Protector?" asked his majesty. " His grace the Duke of Somerset." "What Duke of Somerset?" IN PEISON. 323 " Marry, there is but one — Seymour, earl of Hertford." The king asked, sharply — "Since when is he a duke, and Lord Protector?" " Since the last day of January." "And prithee who made him so?" " Himself and the Great Council — with help of the king." His majesty started violently. "The king!"" he cried. '•''What king, good sir?" " What king, indeed! (God-a-mercy, what aileth the boy?) Sith we have but one, 'tis not difficult to an- swer — his most sacred majesty King Ed- ward 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 m e n d e t h 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 hu- manely, with saving the old duke of Norfolk's life, and now is he bent on destroying the crudest of the laws that harry and oppress the people." This news struck his majesty dumb with amazement, and plunged THE KLNG ! " HE CRIED KING ? " 324 IN PRISON. him into so deep and dismal a revery 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. , Hendon's arts all failed with the king — he covild 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 — " 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." They did not answer ; and something in their faces made him uneasy. He said, eagerly — "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." They tried to change the topic, but his fears were aroused, and he pursued it — " Will they scourge thee ? No, no, they would not be so cruel ! Say they would not. Come, they will not, will they?" The women betrayed confusion and distress, but there was no IN PRISON. 325 avoiding an answer, so one of them said, in a voice choked with emotion — " O, thou'lt break our hearts, thou gentle spirit ! — God will lielp us to bear our '* — " It is a confession ! '" the king broke in. " Then they will scourge thee, the stonyhearted wretches ! But O, thou must not weep, I can- not 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 ! " When the king awoke in the morning, the women were gone. " They are saved ! " he said, joyfully ; then added, despondently, "but woe is me! — for they were my comforters." 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. Just then the jailer came in with some subordinates and com- manded 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 slow- ness 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. 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 wliich 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. In the centre of the court stood two women, cliained to posts. A 326 IN PRISON. glance showed the king that these were his good friends. He shud- dered, 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 Heathenesse, but Christian England ! They will be scourged ; and I. whom they have comforted and kindly en- treated, 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 pro- tect them. But let these mis- creants look well to themselves, for there is a day coming wlien I will require of them a heav}'^ reckoning for this work. For every blow they strike now, they shall feel a hundred, then." 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 Avere being asked and answered, but lie 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. TWO WOMEN CHAINED TO POSTS. IN PRISON. 827 Now, by command, the masses parted and fell, aside, and the king saw a spectacle that froze the marrow in his bones. Fagots had been piled about the two women, and a kneeling man was lighting them ! The women bowed their heads, and covered their faces with their hands ; the 3^ellow flames began to climb upward among the snapping and crackling fagots, and wreaths of blue smoke to stream away on the wind; the clergjaiian 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 Avith her gown on fire. Two or three men held her, and the burning portion of her gown was snatched off and tlirown flaming aside, she struggling all the Avhile to free herself, and saying she would be alone in the world, now, nnd 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 ! " . Hendon was watching the king. He said to himself, with satisfac- tion, " His disorder mendeth ; he hath changed, and groAveth 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 ! " 328 IN PRISON. 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, m mm mmtm "torn away by the officers.' to instruct himself for the kingly office b}' questioning prisoners when- ever 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. IN PlilSON. 829 Another was a man who had been accused of stealmg 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 appren- tice whose case particularly dis- tressed 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. 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 woful tales have brought his malady upon him again — alack, but for this evil hap, he would have been well in a little time.'' Among these prisoners was an old lawyer — a man with a strong face and a dauntless mien. Three years past, he had written a pam- phlet against the Lord Chancellor, accusing him of injustice, and had been punished for it by the loss of his ears in the pillory, and degrada- " THE KING WAS FURIOUS." 330 IN PRISON. tion from the bar, and in addition had been fined X3000 and sentenced to imprisonment for life. Lately he had repeated his offence rand in consequence was now under sentence to lose ivhat remained of his ears, pay a fine of X5000, be branded on both cheeks, and remain in prison for life. " These be honorable scars," he said, and turned back his gray hair and showed the mutilated stubs of what had once been his ears. The king's eye burned with passion. He said — "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 dishonored 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 See Notes to Chapter 27, at end of volume. CHAPTER XXVIII THE SACRIFICE. 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 fnrtlier 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 pillory 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 honors and estates, were left contemptuously unnoticed, as being not even worth examination. 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 unreverent conduct. 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, lie 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 333 334 THE SACIilFICE. — he, the body servant of the king of England ! Edward had heaid the sentence pronounced, but he had not realized the half that it meant. His anger began to rise as the sense of tliis 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 HE CONFRONTED THE OFFICEB IN CHAKGE." crowd roar its enjoyment of the episode. He sprang across the open circle and confronted the officer in charge, crying " — " For shame ! This is my servant — set him free ! I am the " — " O, peace ! " exclaimed Hendon, in a panic. " thou'lt destroy thyself. Mind him not, officer, he is mad." " 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 some- what, to that I am well inclined." He turned to a subordinate and THE SACRIFICE. 335 saifl, " Give the little fool a taste or two of the lash, to mend liis manners." " Half a dozen will better serve bis turn," suggested Sir Hugh, who had ridden up, a moment before, to take a passing glance at the proceedings. The king was seized. He did not even struggle, so paralyzed 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. 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." " 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." Hendon was removed from the stocks, and his back laid bare ; and whilst the lash was applied the poor little king turned away liis 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 ni}^ memory. I will not forget it — and neither shall they!'" he added, with passion. Whilst he mused, his appreciation of Hendon's mao-nanimous conduct grew to greater and still greater 836 THE SACRIFICy;. dimensions in Ids mind, and so also did his gratefulness for it. P;:-es- ently lie said to himself, "Who saves his prince from wonnds and possible death — and this he did for me — performs high service ; but it is little — it is nothing I — O, less than nothing ! — when "tis weighed against the act of him who saves his prince from SHAME ! " Hendon made no outcry, under the scourge, but bore the heavy blows with sol- dierly fortitude. This, together with his redeem- ing the boy by taking his stripes for him, com- pelled the respect of even that for- lorn and degraded mob that was "wmLE THE I.ASH WAS APPLIED, THE POOR .-, -, ,, KING TURNED AWAY HIS FACE." gatncrect tncrc ; 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 clamor which had prevailed there so little a while before. The king came softly to Hendon's side, and whispered in his ear — THE SACRIFICE. 337 " Kings cannot ennoble thee, thou good, great soul, for One wlio 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 lightlj^ with it, and whispered, " Edward of England dubs thee earl ! " Hendon was touched. The water welled to his eyes, yet at the same time the grisly humor of the situation and cir- cumstances so under- ^^^^ mined his gravity that it was all -Mi^ SIR HUGH SPUKRED AWAY. he could do to keep some sign of his inward mirth from showing out- side. To be suddenly hoisted, naked and gory, from the common stocks to the Alpine altitude and splendor of an Earldom, seemed to him the last possibility in the line of the gro- tesque. 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, T shall presently be hung like a very may-pole with fantastic 338 THE SACRIFICE. gauds and make-believe honors. 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." 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 favor 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 fol- lowing it with a dead cat, was promptly knocked down and kicked out, without any words, and then the deep quiet resumed sway once more. CHAPTER XXIX. TO I.ONDON. 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 o})ening with quiet respectfulness to let them pass, and then dispersing when they were gone. Hendon was soon absorbed in tliought. There were questions of high import to be answered. What should he do ? Whither should he go ? Powerful help must he found, somewhere, or he must relin- quish 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 })ointed to a possibility — the slenderest of slender possibilities, certainly, but still \vorth considering", for lack of any other that promised any thing at all. He remembered what old Andrews had said about the young king's goodness and his generous championship of the wronged and inifortunate. Why not go and try to get speech of him and beg for justice ? Ah, yes, but could so fan- tastic 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 341 342 TO LONDON. 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 some- thing " — Miles could not re- member just what or which. Now that he had something to turn his energies to, a distinctly defined object HENDON MOUNTED AND RODE OFF WITH THE KING. 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 think- TO LONDON. 843 '€.■' S-^-,.^: " IN THE MIDST OF A JAM OF HOWLING PEOPLE ings. A sorrowful misgiving clouded Hendon's new-born cheerful- ness : would the boy be willing to go again to a city where, during all his brief life, he had never known any thing but ill usage and pinching want? But the question must be asked; it could not be avoided; so Hendon reined up, and called out — "I had forgotten to inquire whither we are bound. Thy com- mands, my liege ! " "To London!" Hendon moved on again, mightily contented witli the answer — but astounded at it, too. 344 TO LONDON. The whole journey was made without an adventure of importance. But it ended with one. About ten o'clock on the nighl 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 gran- dee tumbled down between them, striking Hendon on the elbow and then bounding off among the hurrying confusion of feet. So evanes- cent 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 or 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 hinuanity. And so we leave them. CHAPTER XXX. TOM'S PROGRESS. 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 impar- tially, the mock King Tom Canty enjoyed a quite different experience. 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 con- fident bearing. He worked the Avhipf)ing-boy mine to ever-increasing profit. 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 person- ages kiss his hand at parting. 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 pro- cession 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 corri- dors, and the distant voices responding, " Way for the King ! " .347 348 TOM'S PROGRESS. He even learned to enjoy sitting in throned state in council, and seeming to be something more than the Lord Protector's mouth-piece. He liked to receive great ambassadors and their gorgeous trains, and listen to the affectionate messages they brought from illustrious mon- archs who called Mm "• brother." O happy Tom Cant}-, late of Offal Court ! TO KISS HIS HAND AT PAUTlNt 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 deter- mined 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 TOM'S PE OGRESS. 34§ 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. "COMMANDED HER TO GO TO HER CLOSET, and that during his admirable reign lie had delivered seventy-two thou- sand thieves and robbers over to death by the executioner,^ the boy Avas 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. ' Hume's England. 350 rOM'S I'ROGEESS. 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 splendors. 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. 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 the}^ ceased to trouble his thoughts almost wholl}'. And he was content, even glad ; for, when- ever their mournful and accusing faces did rise before him now, they made him feel more despicable than the worms that crawl. At midnight of the 19tli of February, Tom Canty was sinking to sleep in his rich bed in the palace, guarded by his loyal vassals, and surrounded Ly the pomps of roj^alty, a happy boy ; for to-morrow was the day appointed for his solemn crowning as King of England. At that same hour, Edward, the true king, hungry aiid 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 pe()})le who. were watching with deep interest certain liurrying gangs of workmen who streamed in and out of Westminster Abbey, busy as ants: they were making the last preparation for the royal coronation. CHAPTER XXXI. THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. 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 Eng- i^t,^ ^\ libh woild was out in its strength to give ll 'l [fill - l\ loyal welcome to the great day. \ Piesently Tom found himself once more the chief liguie in a wonderful floating \ ' I ' ' pageant on the Thames ; for b}^ ancient w, = I ^ — -, custom the " recognition pro- cession " through London - must start from the Tower, and he was bound thither. THE START FOli THE TOWEK. ,-,, ^ • t jt When he arrived there, the sides of the venerable fortress seemed suddenly rent in a thousand 35-1 THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION, places, and from eveiy 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 vapor as a mountain-peak projects above a cloud-rack. 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 bur- nished armor ; 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 honor through the city, was the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company, — an organization 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 praj^ers, 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 THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. 355 nigh his Grace, showed liimself no less thankful to receive the people's good will 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 peo- ple with the loving answers and ges- tures of their King." 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 : — " Welcome, O King ! as imich as hearts can think ; AVelcome again, as nuich as tongne can tell, — Welcome to joyous tongues, and hearts that will not shrink : God thee preserve, we pray, and wish thee ever well." 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 exul- tation ; 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 i)ride swelled WKLCOMK, O KING , 356 THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. higher than ever. Oh, if they could only recognize him now! What uns]3eakable glory it would be, if they could recognize him, and realize that the derided mock king of the slums and back alleys was become a real king, with illuhtii- ous dukes and pinices foi his humble menials. and the English woild at he had to den} 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. "a lakqess! a laugess!" THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. 357 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. The chronicler says, "At the upper end of Gracechurch Street, before the sign of the Eagle, the city had erected a gorgeous arcli, beneath which was a stage, which stretclied from one side of the street to the other. This was a 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 : tlie hands of the royal pair were- locked together, and the wedding-ring ostentatiousl}^ displayed. From the red and white roses jiroceeded a stem, wliich 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, repre- sented by his side. One branch sprang from this pair, which mounted to a third stage, where sat the effigy of Edward VI. himself, entlironed in royal majesty ; and the whole pageant was framed with wreaths of roses, red and white." 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 recognized the exactness of his effigy's likeness to himself, the flesh and blood counterpart; and new whirlwinds of applause burst forth. 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 tyi^ified and exalted some 358 THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. 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 splendor of this thoroughfare was equalled in tlie other streets, and in some even surpassed." " And all these wonders and these marvels are to welcome me — me ! " murmured Tom Canty. 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 e3'es riveted upon him. A sickening consternation struck through him ; he recognized his mother ! and up flew his hand, palm outward, before his eyes, — that old invol- untary 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 oflicer of the King's Guard snatched her aAvay 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 j^ou, 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. Ilis grandeurs were stricken valueless : they seemed to fall away from hin^like rotten rags. The procession moved on, and still on, through ever augmenting THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. 359 splendors 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. Re- morse was eating his heart out. He said, "Would God I were free of my cap- tivity ! " He had unconsciously dropped back into the phraseology of the first days of his compulsory greatness. 360 THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. The shining pageant still went winding like a radiant and inter- minable 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. " Largess, largess ! " The cry fell upon an unheeding ear. " 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 accus- ing conscience, — a voice Avhich kept repeating those shameful words, " I do not know you, woman ! " 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. New glories were unfolded at every turning ; new wonders, new marvels, sprung into view ; the pent clamors of waiting batteries were released ; new raptures poured from the throats of the waiting mul- titudes : but the King gave no sign, and the accusing voice that went moaning through his comfortless breast was all the sound he heard. 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 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, — " 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 THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. 361 vapors, and disperse them. Lift up thy face, and smile npon the people." 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 "my LIEGK, IT IS AN ILL TIME FUK DliEAMliNCi." 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. Still once more, a little before the progress was ended, the duke was obliged to ride forward, and make remonstrance. He whispered, — " O dread sovereign ! shake off these fatal humors : the eyes of the 862 THE RECOGNITION PROCESSION. world are upon thee." Then he added with sharp annoyance, " Per- dition catch that crazy pauper ! 'twas she that hath disturbed your Highness." The gorgeous figure turned a lustreless eye upon the duke, and said in a dead voice, — " She was my mother ! " " My God ! " groaned the protector as he reined his horse backward to his post, "the omen was pregnant with prophecy. He is gone mad asain ! " CHAPTER XXXII. CORONATION DAY. Let us go backward a few hours, and place ourselves in Westmin- ster Abbey, at four o'clock in the morning of this memorable Corona- tion 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 ricli 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. The hours drag along, tediously enough. All stir lias 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 people, the other por- tions of these galleries and balconies being cut off from sight by inter- vening 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 365 366 CORONATION DAY. ^0 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. Stillness reigns, the torches blink dully, the time drags heavily. But at last the lagging daylight asserts itself, the torches are extin- guished, and a mellow radiance suffuses the great spaces. All features " OATHEKS UP THE I-ADY'S LONG TKAIN." of the noble building are distinct, now, but soft and dream}-, for the sun is lightly veiled with clouds. 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 splendor, 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 simul- taneous coroiiettiiio- of the nobles shall arrive. 'tux-t. h-Cui A^-X.i,V #3C VtZL dW/>vit^H. , Y ^^^^' '''^" / 11 CORONATION DAY. 367 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 color everj^ where. 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 colors, and frosted like a Milky Way witli diamonds. There are all ages, here : brown, wrinkled, whitehaired 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 awkwarcll}" 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. 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 suddenl}" 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 sj)lendor of many-colored 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 sun- shine, 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. 368 CORONATION BAY. 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 re- joiced. All knew that a fur- ther delay must follow, for the king must be prepared and robed for the solemn, ceremony; but this delay would be pleasantly occu- pied b}^ the assembling of the peers of the realm in their stately robes. These were conducted ceremoni- ously to their seats, and their coronets placed con- veniently at hand ; and meanwhile the multitude in the galleries were alive with interest, for most of them were belK)lding 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. TOM CANTV APPEAKED.' CORONATION BAY. 369 Now the robed and mitred great heads of the church, and their attendants, filed in upon the phxtform 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. 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. 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. 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-radi- ance 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. 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, bare- headed, ill shod, and clothed in coarse plebeian garments that were falling to rags. He raised his hand with a solemnity which ill com- ported with his soiled and sorry aspect, and delivered this note of warning — " I forbid you to set the crown of England upon that forfeited head. I am the king ! " 370 CORONATION DAY In an instant several indignant liands 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 — " Loose him and forbear ! He is the king ! " A sort of panic of astonishment swept the assemblage, and the^^ 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 — " Mind not his Majesty, his malady is upon him again — seize the vagabond ! " 2yt^ j! h ^.xr^' CORONATION DAY. 371 He would have been obeyed, but the mock-king stamped his foot and cried out — " On your peril I Touch him not, he is the king ! " 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 — " O, 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 ! ' " 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 ! " The Lord Protector reflected a moment or two, in perplexity, then he said, with grave resj^ectfulness — " By your favor, sir, I desire to ask certain questions which " — " I will answer them, my lord." 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. It was strange ; it was wonderful ; yes, it Avas 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 — 372 CORONATION DAY. " It is true it is most wonderful — but it is no more than our lord the king likewise can do." Tliis remark, and this reference to him- self as still the king, saddened Tom Canty, and he felt his hopes crumbling from under him. " These are not proofs.," added the Protector. 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 com- muned with himself — shook his head — the thought forced itself uj)on 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 — " Sir Thomas, arrest this — No, hold ! " His face lighted, and he confronted the ragged candidate with this question — " 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 ! " It was a lucky thought, a happy thought. That it was so con- sidered 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 — CORONATION DAY. 373 " There is nought in this riddle that is diificult." 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 — /^ ' -.'^l^ S for none knoweth the place better than i ■ }ou — and, close down to the flooi, m tlie left coiner lemotest fiom the door that •'the great seal — FETCH IT HITHER." 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 oj)en which 374 CORONATION DAT. not even you do know of — no, nor any soul else, in all the world but nie 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." 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 — " Why dost thou hesitate ? Hast not lieard the king's command ? Go ! " The lord St. John made a deep obeisance — and it was observed tliat 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. Now began a movement of the gorgeous particles of that ofiicial group which was slow, scarcely perceptible, and yet steady and persist- ent — 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 neighborhood 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. 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 conversa- COE OX A TION DA Y. 375 tion ill the great assemblage died out and was succeeded by a profound liush, a breathless stillness, through which his footfalls pulsed with a dull and distant sound. Ever}^ eye was fastened upon him as he moved along. He reached the jjlatform, paused a moment, then moved toward Tom Canty with a deep obeisance, and said — " Sire, the Seal is not there ! "' A mob does not melt away from the presence of a plague-patient "SIllK, TlIK SEAL IS NOT THERE with more haste than the l>and 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 — " Cast the beggar into the street, and scourge him through the town — the paltry kna\e is worth no more consideration ! " Officers of the guard sprang forward to obey, but Tom Canty waved them off and said — " Back ! Whoso touches him perils his life I " 376 CORONATION BAY. The Lord Protector was perplexed, in the hist degree. He said to the lord St. John — " 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 howM/6obulk^thing as the Seal of England can vanish away and no man be able to get track of it again — a massy golden disk '" — Tom Canty, with beaming eyes, sprang forward and shouted — " Hold, that is enough ! Was it round ? — and thick ? — and had it letters and devices graved upon it ? — Yes ? O, 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 w.here it lies ; but it was not I that put it there — first." " Who, then, my liege ? " asked the Lord Protector. "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, in}' king — spur thy memory — it was the last, the very last thing thou didst that day before thou didst rush forth from the palace, clotheA in my rags, to punish the soldier that insulted me." A silence ensued, vuidisturbed by a movement or a whisper, and all eyes were fixed upon the new-comer, who stood, with bent head and corrugated broAV, gr<)])ing 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 trend)ling li^^ and in a de- spondent voice — "I call the scene back — all of it — but the Seal hath no place in CORONATION DAY. 377 it." He paused, then looked up, and said witli gentle dignity, " My lords and gentlemen, if ye will rob 3^our rightful sovereign of liis own for lack of this evidence which he is not able to furnish, I may not stay ye, being powerless. But" — '* O, folly, O, madness, my king I " cried Tom Canty, in a panic, •• wait ! — think 1 Do not give up I — the cause is not lost ! Nor shall " BETHIXK THEE, MY KING.' 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 remem- ber 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 every thing. 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 vou remendjer." 378 CORONATION DAY. 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 inter- ested, and so stupefied, before. " For a jest, my prince, we did exchange garments. Tlien 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 toward 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" — " There, 'tis sufficient ! — and the dear God be thanked I " exclaimed the ragged claimant, in a mighty excitement. " Go, my good St. John, — in an arm-piece of the Milanese armor that hangs on the wall, thou'lt find the Seal ! " ^ Right, my king ! right ! " cried Tom Canty ; " 7iow the sceptre of England is thine own ; and it were better for him that would dis- pute it that he had been born dumb ! Go, my lord St. John, give thy feet wings ! " t 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 any thing or heard any thing or was interested in any thing but what his neighbor was shout- ing into his ear, or he was shouting into his neighbor'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 CORONATION BAY. 379 St. John appeared upon tlie platform and held the Great Seal aloft in his hand. Then such a shout went up ! '' Long live the true King ! " For five minutes the air quaked with shouts and tlie crash of musical instruments, and was white with a storm of waving handkerchiefs ; and through it all a ragged lad, the mo^t 'W^^A^t |-A^?^!S^% lire in England, stood, fl u s h e d and happy and proud, in the cen- tre of the spa- cious platform, with the great vassals of the kingdom kneel- ing around him. Then all rose, and Tom Canty cried out — " Now, O, my king, take these regal garments back, and give poor Tom, thy servant, his shreds and remnants again." " LONG LIVE THE TRUE KING ! " 880 CORONATION DAY. The Lord Protector spoke up — ■• Let the small varlet be stripped and flung into the Tower." But the new king, the true king, said — "I will not have it so. But for him 1 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." 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?" "Ah, my king, that was easy, since I used it divers days." "Used it, — yet could not explain where it was?" " I did not know it was that they wanted. They did not describe it, your majesty." " Then how used you it ? " The red blood began to steal up into Tom's cheeks, and he dropped his eyes and was silent. " Speak up, good lad, and fear nothing," said the king. " How used you the Great Seal of England ? " Tom stannnered a moment, in a pathetic confusion, then got it out — " To crack nuts with ! " 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. CORONATION DAY. 381 Meantime the sumptuous robe of state had been removed from Tom's shoulders to the king's, wliose rags were effectually hidden from sight under it. Then the coronation ceremonies were resumed; "to ckack nuts with." 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. CHAPTER XXXIII. EDWARD AS KING. 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 mone}^ when he got in, none at all when he got out. The pickpockets had stripped him of his last farthing. 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. What would the boy naturally do ? Where would he naturally go ? Well — argued Miles — he would naturally go to his former liaunts, for that is the instinct of unsound minds, when homeless and forsaken, as well as of sound ones. Whereabouts were his former iiaunts ? 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 385 386 EDWARD AS KING. ward, and comfort and cheer him with loving words, and the two would never be separated any more. 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 GROUND 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. 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 EDWARD AS KING. 387 his honor; he could spare some of his clothes — yes, but one could as easily find a customer for a disease as for such clothes. 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. 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. 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. Toward eleven o'clock he approached the palace ; and although a host of showy people were about him, moving in the same direc- tion, he was not inconspicuous — his costume took care of that. He 388 EDWARD AS KING. watched these people's faces narrowly, hoping to find a cliaritable one Avhose possessor might be willing to carrj^ liis name to the old lieu- tenant — as to trying to get into the palace himself, that was simply out of the question. Presentl}^ our whipping-boy passed him, then wheeled about and scanned his figure well, saying to liimself, " 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, b}' wasteful repetition. I would I could contrive an excuse to speak with him." Miles Hendon saved him the trouble ; for he turned about, then, as a man generally will when somebody mesmerizes him by gazing hard at him from behind ; and observing a strong interest in the boy's eyes, he stepped toward him and said — " You have just come out from the palace ; do you belong there ? " "Yes, your worship." " Know you Sir Humphrey Marlow ? " The boy started, and said to himself, " Lord ! mine old departed father ! " Then he answered, aloud, " Right well, your worship." " Good — is he within ? " " Yes," said the boy ; and added, to himself, " within his grave." " Might I crave your favor to carry my name to him, and say I beg to say a word in his ear?" " I will- despatch the business right willingly, fair sir." " Then say Miles Hendon, son of Sir Richard, is here without — I shall be greatly bounden to you, my good lad." The boy looked disappointed — " the king did not name him so," he said to himself — "but it matteretli not, this is his twin brother, and can give his majesty news of "tothcr Sir-Odds-and-Ends, I war- rant." So he said to Miles, "Step in tlicre a moment, good sir, and wait till I bring vou word." EDWARD AS KING. 389 Henclon 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 " AliRESTED AS A SUSPICIOUS CHARACTER." men, and commanded Hendon to come forth. He obe3'ed, and was promptly arrested as a suspicious character prowling within the pre- cincts of the palace. Things began to look ugly. Poor Miles was going to explain, but the officer roughly silenced him, and ordered hft men to disarm him and search him. 390 EDWARD AS KING. " 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." Nothing was found but a document. The officer tore it open, and Hendon smiled when he recognized the ^ pot-hooks " made by his lost little friend that black day at HeTidon Hall. The officer's face grew dark as he read the English paragraph, and Miles blenched to the opposite color as he listened. " 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." He hurried away, leaving the prisoner in the grip of the halber- diers. "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." 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 — " Please you sir, to follow me." Hendon followed, saying to himself, " An' I were not travelling to death and judgment, and so must needs economize in sin, I would throttle this knave for his mock courtes^^" 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 flunkies (who made reverential obei- EBWARD AS KING. 391 sauce as the two passed along, but fell into death-throes of silent laughter at our stately scare-crow the moment his back was turned,) and up a broad staircase, among flocks of fine folk, and finally con- ducted 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. 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 Avas hard enough to be sentenced to death in the full vigor 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 pres- ently ejaculated — " Lo, the lord of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows on his throne ! " 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." 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 ? " A sudden idea flashed in his eye, and he strode to the wall, gath- ered up a chair, brought it back, planted it on the floor, and sat down in it ! 392 EDWARD AS KING. A buzz of indignation broke out, a rough hand was laid upon him, and a voice exclaimed, — " Up, thou mannerless clown ! — wouldst sit in the presence of the king?" The disturbance attracted his maj- esty's attention, who stretched forth his hand and cried out — " Touch him not, it is his right ! " The throng fell back, - stupefied. The king went - on — " Learn ye all, ladies, lords and gentlemen, that this is my trusty and well beloved ser- vant, 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, (TE^- EDWARD AS KING. 393 Earl of Kent, and shall have gold and lands meet for the dignity. More — the privilege which he liath jnst 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 hence- forth, age after age, so long as the crown shall endure. Molest him not." 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 scare-crow, then at the king again, in a sort of torpid bewilder- ment. These were Sir Hugh and the Lady Edith. But the new Earl did not see them. He was still starinq; at the monarch, in a dazed way, and muttering — * " O, body o' me I 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 I This is he whom / adopted and would make respectable ! Would God I had a bag to hide my head in ! " Then his manners suddenly came back to him, and he dropped upon his knees, with his Jiands between the king's, and swore allegi- ance 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. Now the king discovered Sir Hugh, and spoke out, with wrathful voice and kindling eye — " Strip this robber of his false show and stolen estates, and put him under lock and key till I have need of him." The late Sir Hugh was led away. There was a stir at the other end of tlie room, now ; the assemblage fell apart, and Tom Canty, quaintly but richly clothed, marched down, 394 ED WARD AS KING. between these living walls, preceded by an usher. He knelt before the king, who said — "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 STKIP THIS ROBBEU. 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 Hos- pital 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 honorable 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 EDWARD AS KING. 395 of state, for by it he sliall 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 liim salutation. He hath the ••TOM KOSE AND KISSED THE KING'S HAND." throne's protection, he hath the crown's support, he shall be known and called by the honorable title of the King's Ward." 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 liim enjoy the great news.^ 1 See Notes to Cliajiter .S3 at end of the volume. CONCLUSION. JUSTICE AND RETRIBUTION. When the mysteries were all cleared up, it came out, by confession of Hugh Henclon, 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 ; where- upon she said take it, she did not value it — and she would not repudi- ate Miles ; then the husband said he would spare her life but have Miles assassinated ! This was a diiferent matter ; so she gave her word and kept it. 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 tl^.^ 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. Tom Canty's father was never heard of again. The king sought out the farmer who had been branded and sold as a slave, and reclaimed him from his evil life with the Rufifler's gang, and put him in the way of a comfortable livelihood. 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 399 400 JUSTICE AND RETRIBUTION. whom he saw l)urned at the stake, and roundl}^ punislied the official who laid the undeserved stripes upon Miles Hendon's Ijack. He saved from the gallows the boy wlio 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. He showed favor to the justice who had pitied liim when lie 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 honored man. 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 awa}^ from the palace gate till the final midnight when he deftly mixed himself into a gang of hurryiiig workmen and so slipped into the Abbey and climbed up and hid liimself in the Confessor's tomb, and then slept so long, next day, tliat 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 teach- ings yield benefits to his people ; and so, whilst his life was spared lie should continue to tt.l the story, and thus keep its sorrowful spectacles fresh in his memory and the springs of pity replenished in his heart. Miles Hendon and Tom Canty were favorites 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 the 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 perpetu- JUSTICE AND RETRIBUTION. 401 ate 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. 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 honored ; 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 honorable history. 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 — " What dost thou know of suffering and oppression ? I and my people know, but not thou." 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. ISrOTES. Note 1. — Page 50. Christ's Hospital Costume, It is most reasonable to regard the dress as copied from the costume of tlie 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^ nnder-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, com- pletes the costume. — Tiiuhs' '■' Curiosities of London..'" "Note 2. —Page .5?.. Tt appears that Christ's Hospital was not originally founded as a school; its object was to rescue childi'en from the streets, to shelter, feed, clothe them, etc. — Tinibs'' " Curiosities of London." Note 3. — Page 67. The Dulce of Norfolk's Condeinnation Commanded. The King was now approaching fast towards his end ; and fearing lest Nor- folk 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. — Hnme, vol. iii. p. 307. Note 4. — Page 91. It was not till the end of this reign [Henry VIIT] that any salads, carrots, turnips, or other edible roots were produced in England. The little of these 405 406 NOTES. 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. Note 5. — Page 100. Attainder of Norfolk. 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] du'ections ; and the King, having affixed the royal assent to the bill by commissioners, issued orders for the execu- tion of Norfolk on the morning of the twenty-ninth of January, [the next day.] — Huine's England, vol. iii. p. 306. Note 6. — Page 120. The Loving- Cup. The loving-cup, and the peculiar ceremonies observed in drinking from it, are older than English history. It is tliought that both are Danish importations. As far back as knowledge goes, the loving-cup has always been drunk at English banqiiets. Tradition explains the ceremonies in this way : in the rude ancient times it was deemed a wise precaution to have botli 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! Note 7. —Page 129. The Duke of Norfolk's Narrow Escape. Had Henry VTIT survived a few hours longer, his order for the duke's execu- tion would have been carried into effect. " But news being cariied 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 greate.st nobleman in the Kingdom, who had been condemned by a sentence so unjust and tyrannical." — Hume's Englaiid, vol. iii. p. 307. JSTOTES. 407 Note 8. —Page 171. The Whipping-Boy. 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 fnrnish my small prince with one, for my own purposes. Notes to Chapter XV. — Page 192. Character of Hertford. The yonng king discovered an extreme attachment to his micle, who was, in the main, a man of moderation and probity. — Hume's England, vol. iii. p. 324. 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 rigor of former statutes was nuich mitigated, and some security given to the freedom of the con- stitution. 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. Boiling to Death. 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. In Germany, even in the 17th century, this horrible punishment was inflicted on coiners and counterfeiters. Taylor, the Water Poet, describes an execution he witnessed in Hamburg, in lOlG. The judgment pronoimced against a coiner of false money was that he should " be boiled to death in oil : not thrown into the vessel at once, biit with a pulley or rope to be hanged under the armpits, and then let down into the oil hj 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. 408 NOTES. The Famous Stocking Case. A WOMAN and her daughter nine years old, were hanged in Huntingdon for sell- ing their souls to the devil, and raising a storm by pulling off then- stockings ! — Ibid., p. 20. Note 10. — Page 214. Enslaving. 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 antici- pation ; 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. Notes to Ciiaptek XXIII. —Page 285. Death for Trijiing Larcenies. When Connecticut and New Haven were framing then- first codes, larceny above the value of twelve pence was a capital crime in England — as it had been since the time of Henry T. — Dr. J. Hammond TrumbuWs '■'■Blue Laws, True and False,'^ p. 17. The curious old book called " The English Rogue " makes the limit thirteen pence ha'penny ; death being the j)ortion of any who steal a thing *' above the value of thirteen pence ha'penny." Notes to Chapter XXVII. — Page 317. 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 tlie king's forest, or to export sheep from the Kingdom. — Dr. ./. Hammond Trumbidl's '■'■Blue Laws, True and False,*' p. 13. William Prynne, a learned barrister, was sentenced — [long after Edward the Sixth's time] — to lose both his ears in the pillory; to degradation from the bar; a fine of £3,000, and imprisonment for life. Three years afterwards, he gave new offence to Laud, by publishing a pamphlet against the liierarchy. He was again prosecuted, and was sentenced to lose what remained of his ears; to pay a fine of £5,000; 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 rigor of its execution. — Ibid., p. 12. NOTES. 409 < Notes to Chaptku XXXIII. —Page 395. Christ's Hospital, or Bluk Coat School, " the Noblest Institution in the World." The ground on which the Priory of the Grey Friars stood was conferred by Henry the Eighth on the Corporation of London, [who caused the institution there of a home for poor boys and girls.] Subsequently, Edward the Sixth caused the old Priory to be properly repaired, and founded within it that noble establishment called the Blue Coat School, or Christ's Hospital, for the education and maintenance of orphans and the children of indigent pei'sons. . . . 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. — /. Heneage Jesse's "London, its Celebrated Characters and Places.'' 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 witli raised hands before the King. — Timbs' " Curiosities of London," p. 98. 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. The Dining-Hall, with its lobby and organ-gallery, occupies the entire story, which is 187 feet long, 51 feet wide, and 47 feet high ; it is lit by nine large windows. 410 NOTES. tilled with stained glass on the south side; and is, next to Westminster Ilall, 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 stato 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 f i*om the pulpit, silence being enfoi'ced 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. Among the more eminent Blue Coat Boys are Joshua Barnes, editor of Anacreon and Euripides ; Jeremiah Markland, the (iminent critic, particularly in (ireek litera- ture ; 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. No boy is admitted before he is seven years old, or after he is nine ; and n% 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. — I/nd. GENERAL NOTE. Onr hears much about the •' hlrleous Blue-Laws of Co?ineclicut," and is accustomed to shudder piously tohen Iheij are mentioned. There are people in America — and even in Enr/land ! — toho imagine that theij were a very monument of malignity, pitilessness, and inhumanity; ichereas, in reality they were about tlie first sweeping departure from .JUDICIAL ATROCITY lohich the '■^ civiUzed" 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 atid three-quarters of bloody English law on THIS side of it. NOTES. 41 i There lias never been a time — under the Blue-Laws or any other — when above FOURTEEN Crimes were punishable by death in Connecticut. But in Enyland, within th<: memory of men luho are still hale in body and mind, TWO hundhed and twenty-three crimes wei'e punishable by death. '^ These facts are worth knowing — and worth thinking about, too. 1 See Dr. J. Haiumoud TrumljiiU's " Blue Laws, True and False," p. 11. FIN I So University of Connecticut Libraries ^ ^^Cf^^^^ \