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THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER

By

Mark Twain

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CONTENTS

Chapter I. The birth of the Prince and the Pauper
Chapter II. Toms early life
Chapter III. Toms meeting with the Prince
Chapter IV. The Princes troubles begin
Chapter V. Tom as a Patrician
Chapter VI. Tom receives instructions
Chapter VII. Toms first royal dinner
Chapter VIII. The question of the Seal
Chapter IX. The river pageant
Chapter X. The Prince in the toils
Chapter XI. At Guildhall
Chapter XII. The Prince and his deliverer
Chapter XIII. The disappearance of the Prince
Chapter XIV. Le Roi est mort vive l Roi.
Chapter XV. Tom as King
Chapter XVI. The State Dinner
Chapter XVII. Foo-foo the First
Chapter XVIII. The Prince with the tramps
Chapter XIX. The Prince with the peasants
Chapter XX. The Prince and the hermit
Chapter XXI. Hendon to the rescue
Chapter XXII. A victim of treachery
Chapter XXIII. The Prince a prisoner
Chapter XXIV. The escape
Chapter XXV. Hendon Hall
Chapter XXVI. Disowned
Chapter XXVII. In prison
Chapter XXVIII. The sacrifice
Chapter XXIX. To London
Chapter XXX. Toms progress
Chapter XXXI. The Recognition procession
Chapter XXXII. Coronation Day
Chapter XXXIII. Edward as King
Conclusion




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Chapter I. The birth of the Prince and the
Pauper
In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth
century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him. On the
same day another English child was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who did want
him. All England wanted him too. England had so longed for him, and hoped for him, and
prayed God for him, that, now that he was really come, the people went nearly mad for joy. Mere
acquaintances hugged and kissed each other and cried. Everybody took a holiday, and high and
low, rich and poor, feasted and danced and sang, and got very mellow; and they kept this up for
days and nights together. By day, London was a sight to see, with gay banners waving from
every balcony and housetop, and splendid pageants marching along. By night, it was again a
sight to see, with its great bonfires at every corner, and its troops of revellers making merry
around them. There was no talk in all England but of the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of
Wales, who lay lapped in silks and satins, unconscious of all this fuss, and not knowing that
great lords and ladies were tending him and watching over him and not caring, either. But there
was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, lapped in his poor rags, except among the family
of paupers whom he had just come to trouble with his presence.












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Chapter II. Toms early life
Let us skip a number of years.
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 owners 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.
The house which Toms 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. Cantys tribe occupied a room on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of
bedstead in the corner; but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan, were not
restricted they had all the floor to themselves, and might sleep where they chose. There were the
remains of a blanket or two, and some bundles of ancient and dirty straw, but these could not
rightly be called beds, for they were not organised; they were kicked into a general pile,
mornings, and selections made from the mass at night, for service.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old twins. They were good-hearted girls, unclean, clothed in rags,
and profoundly ignorant. Their mother was like them. But the father and the grandmother were a
couple of fiends. They got drunk whenever they could; then they fought each other or anybody
else who came in the way; they cursed and swore always, drunk or sober; John Canty was a thief,
and his mother a beggar. They made beggars of the children, but failed to make thieves of them.
Among, but not of, the dreadful rabble that inhabited the house, was a good old priest whom the
King had turned out of house and home with a pension of a few farthings, and he used to get the
children aside and teach them right ways secretly. Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin,
and how to read and write; and would have done the same with the girls, but they were afraid of
the jeers of their friends, who could not have endured such a queer accomplishment in them.
All Offal Court was just such another hive as Cantys house. Drunkenness, riot and brawling
were the order, there, every night and nearly all night long. Broken heads were as common as
hunger in that place. Yet little Tom was not unhappy. He had a hard time of it, but did not know
it. It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had, therefore he supposed it was the
correct and comfortable thing. When he came home empty-handed at night, he knew his father
would curse him and thrash him first, and that when he was done the awful grandmother would
do it all over again and improve on it; and that away in the night his starving mother would slip
to him stealthily with any miserable scrap or crust she had been able to save for him by going
hungry herself, notwithstanding she was often caught in that sort of treason and soundly beaten
for it by her husband.
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No, Toms life went along well enough, especially in summer. He only begged just enough to
save himself, for the laws against mendicancy were stringent, and the penalties heavy; so he put
in a good deal of his time listening to good Father Andrews charming old tales and legends
about giants and fairies, dwarfs and genii, and enchanted castles, and gorgeous kings and princes.
His head grew to be full of these wonderful things, and many a night as he lay in the dark on his
scant and offensive straw, tired, hungry, and smarting from a thrashing, he unleashed his
imagination and soon forgot his aches and pains in delicious picturings to himself of the charmed
life of a petted prince in a regal palace. One desire came in time to haunt him day and night: it
was to see a real prince, with his own eyes. He spoke of it once to some of his Offal Court
comrades; but they jeered him and scoffed him so unmercifully that he was glad to keep his
dream to himself after that.
He often read the priests old books and got him to explain and enlarge upon them. His
dreamings and readings worked certain changes in him, by-and-by. His dream-people were so
fine that he grew to lament his shabby clothing and his dirt, and to wish to be clean and better
clad. He went on playing in the mud just the same, and enjoying it, too; but, instead of splashing
around in the Thames solely for the fun of it, he began to find an added value in it because of the
washings and cleansings it afforded.
Tom could always find something going on around the Maypole in Cheapside, and at the fairs;
and now and then he and the rest of London had a chance to see a military parade when some
famous unfortunate was carried prisoner to the Tower, by land or boat. One summers 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, Toms life was varied and pleasant
enough, on the whole.
By-and-by Toms reading and dreaming about princely life wrought such a strong effect upon
him that he began to act the prince, unconsciously. His speech and manners became curiously
ceremonious and courtly, to the vast admiration and amusement of his intimates. But Toms
influence among these young people began to grow now, day by day; and in time he came to be
looked up to, by them, with a sort of wondering awe, as a superior being. He seemed to know so
much! and he could do and say such marvellous things! and withal, he was so deep and wise!
Toms remarks, and Toms performances, were reported by the boys to their elders; and these,
also, presently began to discuss Tom Canty, and to regard him as a most gifted and extraordinary
creature. Full-grown people brought their perplexities to Tom for solution, and were often
astonished at the wit and wisdom of his decisions. In fact he was become a hero to all who knew
him except his own family these, only, saw nothing in him.
Privately, after a while, Tom organised a royal court! He was the prince; his special comrades
were guards, chamberlains, equerries, lords and ladies in waiting, and the royal family. Daily the
mock prince was received with elaborate crmonials 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.
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After which, he would go forth in his rags and beg a few farthings, eat his poor crust, take his
customary cuffs and abuse, and then stretch himself upon his handful of foul straw, and resume
his empty grandeurs in his dreams.
And still his desire to look just once upon a real prince, in the flesh, grew upon him, day by day,
and week by week, until at last it absorbed all other desires, and became the one passion of his
life.
One January day, on his usual begging tour, he tramped despondently up and down the region
round about Mincing Lane and Little East Cheap, hour after hour, bare-footed and cold, looking
in at cook-shop windows and longing for the dreadful pork-pies and other deadly inventions
displayed there for to him these were dainties fit for the angels; that is, judging by the smell, they
were for it had never been his good luck to own and eat one. There was a cold drizzle of rain; the
atmosphere was murky; it was a melancholy day. At night Tom reached home so wet and tired
and hungry that it was not possible for his father and grandmother to observe his forlorn
condition and not be moved after their fashion; wherefore they gave him a brisk cuffing at once
and sent him to bed. For a long time his pain and hunger, and the swearing and fighting going on
in the building, kept him awake; but at last his thoughts drifted away to far, romantic lands, and
he fell asleep in the company of jewelled and gilded princelings who live in vast palaces, and had
servants salaaming before them or flying to execute their orders. And then, as usual, he dreamed
that he was a princeling himself.
All night long the glories of his royal estate shone upon him; he moved among great lords and
ladies, in a blaze of light, breathing perfumes, drinking in delicious music, and answering the
reverent obeisances of the glittering throng as it parted to make way for him, with here a smile,
and there a nod of his princely head.
And when he awoke in the morning and looked upon the wretchedness about him, his dream had
had its usual effect it had intensified the sordidness of his surroundings a thousandfold. Then
came bitterness, and heart-break, and tears.

Chapter III. Toms meeting with the Prince
Tom got up hungry, and sauntered hungry away, but with his thoughts busy with the shadowy
splendours of his nights dreams. He wandered here and there in the city, hardly noticing where
he was going, or what was happening around him. People jostled him, and some gave him rough
speech; but it was all lost on the musing boy. By-and-by he found himself at Temple Bar, the
farthest from home he had ever travelled in that direction. He stopped and considered a moment,
then fell into his imaginings again, and passed on outside the walls of London. The Strand had
ceased to be a country-road then, and regarded itself as a street, but by a strained construction;
for, though there was a tolerably compact row of houses on one side of it, there were only some
scattered great buildings on the other, these being palaces of rich nobles, with ample and
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beautiful grounds stretching to the river grounds that are now closely packed with grim acres of
brick and stone.
Tom discovered Charing Village presently, and rested himself at the beautiful cross built there
by a bereaved king of earlier days; then idled down a quiet, lovely road, past the great cardinals
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 kings palace. Might he not hope 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 armour. At a respectful distance
were many country folk, and people from the city, waiting for any chance glimpse of royalty that
might offer. Splendid carriages, with splendid people in them and splendid servants outside, were
arriving and departing by several other noble gateways that pierced the royal enclosure.
Poor little Tom, in his rags, approached, and was moving slowly and timidly past the sentinels,
with a beating heart and a rising hope, when all at once he caught sight through the golden bars
of a spectacle that almost made him shout for joy. Within was a comely boy, tanned and brown
with sturdy outdoor sports and exercises, whose clothing was all of lovely silks and satins,
shining with jewels; at his hip a little jewelled sword and dagger; dainty buskins on his feet, with
red heels; and on his head a jaunty crimson cap, with drooping plumes fastened with a great
sparkling gem. Several gorgeous gentlemen stood near his servants, without a doubt. Oh! he was
a prince a prince, a living prince, a real prince without the shadow of a question; and the prayer
of the pauper-boys heart was answered at last.
Toms breath came quick and short with excitement, and his eyes grew big with wonder and
delight. Everything gave way in his mind instantly to one desire: that was to get close to the
prince, and have a good, devouring look at him. Before he knew what he was about, he had his
face against the gate-bars. The next instant one of the soldiers snatched him rudely away, and
sent him spinning among the gaping crowd of country gawks and London idlers. The soldier
said,
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,
How darst thou use a poor lad like that? How darst thou use the King my fathers meanest
subject so? Open the gates, and let him in!
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!
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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: thoust been treated ill. Come with me.
Half a dozen attendants sprang forward to I dont 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 indifferently 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.
Doth she mistreat thee?
There be times that she stayeth her hand, being asleep or overcome with drink; but when she
hath her judgment clear again, she maketh it up to me with goodly beatings.
A fierce look came into the little princes eyes, and he cried out
What! Beatings?
Oh, indeed, yes, please you, sir.
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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 dolls temper. He smiteth with a heavy hand, yet
spareth me: he spareth me not always with his tongue, though, sooth to say. How doth thy
mother use thee?
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 to smile, lest the sin destroy their souls?
They? Oh, dost think, sir, that they 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.
Knowst thou the Latin?
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But scantly, sir, I doubt.
Learn it, lad: tis hard only at first. The Greek is harder; but neither these nor any tongues else, I
think, are hard to the Lady Elizabeth and my cousin. Thou 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 Punch-and-Judy shows, and
monkeys oh such antic creatures! and so bravely dressed! and there be plays wherein they that
play do shout and fight till all are slain, and tis so fine to see, and costeth but a farthing albeit
tis main hard to get the farthing, please your worship.
Tell me more.
We lads of Offal Court do strive against each other with the cudgel, like to the fashion of the
prentices, sometimes.
The princes 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
neighbour, and splatter him with water, and dive and shout and tumble and
Twould be worth my fathers 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
neighbour up; and times we make mud pastry oh the lovely mud, it hath not its like for
delightfulness in all the world! we do fairly wallow in the mud, sir, saving your worships
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 splendours, lad! It is a
brief happiness, but will be not less keen for that. We will have it while we may, and change
again before any come to molest.
A few minutes later the little Prince of Wales was garlanded with Toms fluttering odds and
ends, and the little Prince of Pauperdom was tricked out in the gaudy plumage of royalty. The
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two went and stood side by side before a great mirror, and lo, a miracle: there did not seem to
have been any change made! They stared at each other, then at the glass, then at each other
again. At last the puzzled princeling said
What dost thou 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 I utter it. Thou hast the same hair, the same eyes, the same voice and manner, the
same form and stature, the same face and countenance that I bear. Fared we forth naked, there is
none could say which was you, and which the Prince of Wales. And, now that I am clothed as
thou wert clothed, it seemeth I should be able the more nearly to feel as thou didst when the brute
soldier Hark ye, is not this a bruise upon your hand?
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 till I come again! 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
whirling to the roadway, and said
Take that, thou beggars spawn, for what thou gotst me from his Highness!
The crowd roared with laughter. The prince picked himself out of the mud, and made fiercely at
the sentry, shouting
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 mockingly
I salute your gracious Highness. Then angrily Be off, thou crazy rubbish!
Here the jeering crowd closed round the poor little prince, and hustled him far down the road,
hooting him, and shouting
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Way for his Royal Highness! Way for the Prince of Wales!

Chapter IV. The Princes 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 recognise the
locality. He was within the city of London that was all he knew. He moved on, aimlessly, and in
a little while the houses thinned, and the passers-by were infrequent. He bathed his bleeding feet
in the brook which flowed then where Farringdon Street now is; rested a few moments, then
passed on, and presently came upon a great space with only a few scattered houses in it, and a
prodigious church. He recognised this church. Scaffoldings were about, everywhere, and swarms
of workmen; for it was undergoing elaborate repairs. The prince took heart at once he felt that his
troubles were at an end, now. He said to himself, It is the ancient Grey Friars Church, which
the king my father hath taken from the monks and given for a home for ever for poor and
forsaken children, and new-named it Christs Church. Right gladly will they serve the son of him
who hath done so generously by them and the more that that son is himself as poor and as forlorn
as any that be sheltered here this day, or ever shall be.
He was soon in the midst of a crowd of boys who were running, jumping, playing at ball and
leap-frog, and otherwise disporting themselves, and right noisily, too. They were all dressed
alike, and in the fashion which in that day prevailed among serving-men and prentices that is to
say, each had on the crown of his head a flat black cap about the size of a saucer, which was not
useful as a covering, it being of such scanty dimensions, neither was it ornamental; from beneath
it the hair fell, unparted, to the middle of the forehead, and was cropped straight around; a
clerical band at the neck; a blue gown that fitted closely and hung as low as the knees or lower;
full sleeves; a broad red belt; bright yellow stockings, gartered above the knees; low shoes with
large metal buckles. It was a sufficiently ugly costume.
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 graces messenger, beggar?
The princes 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.
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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 fathers 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 graces 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 gibbet!
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 thing as England had never seen before the sacred person of the heir to the
throne rudely buffeted by plebeian hands, and set upon and torn by dogs.
As night drew to a close that day, the prince found himself far down in the close-built portion of
the city. His body was bruised, his hands were bleeding, and his rags were all besmirched with
mud. He wandered on and on, and grew more and more bewildered, and so tired and faint he
could hardly drag one foot after the other. He had ceased to ask questions of anyone, since they
brought him only insult instead of information. He kept muttering to himself, Offal Court that is
the name; if I can but find it before my strength is wholly spent and I drop, then am I saved for
his people will take me to the palace and prove that I am none of theirs, but the true prince, and I
shall have mine own again. And now and then his mind reverted to his treatment by those rude
Christs Hospital boys, and he said, When I am king, they shall not have bread and shelter only,
but also teachings out of books; for a full belly is little worth where the mind is starved, and the
heart. I will keep this diligently in my remembrance, that this days lesson be not lost upon me,
and my people suffer thereby; for learning softeneth the heart and breedeth gentleness 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
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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 profaned shoulder, and eagerly said
Oh, art his father, truly? Sweet heaven grant it be so then wilt thou fetch him away and restore
me!
His father? I know not what thou meanst; I but know I am thy father, as thou shalt soon have
cause to
Oh, jest not, palter not, delay not! I am worn, I am wounded, I can bear no more. Take me to the
king my father, and he will make thee rich beyond thy wildest dreams. Believe me, man, believe
me! I speak no lie, but only the truth! put forth thy hand and save me! I am indeed the Prince of
Wales!
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 Im 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.

Chapter V. Tom as a Patrician
Tom Canty, left alone in the princes cabinet, made good use of his opportunity. He turned
himself this way and that before the great mirror, admiring his finery; then walked away,
imitating the princes high-bred carriage, and still observing results in the glass. Next he drew
the beautiful sword, and bowed, kissing the blade, and laying it across his breast, as he had seen
a noble knight do, by way of salute to the lieutenant of the Tower, five or six weeks before, when
delivering the great lords of Norfolk and Surrey into his hands for captivity. Tom played with the
jewelled dagger that hung upon his thigh; he examined the costly and exquisite ornaments of the
room; he tried each of the sumptuous chairs, and thought how proud he would be if the Offal
Court herd could only peep in and see him in his grandeur. He wondered if they would believe
the marvellous tale he should tell when he got home, or if they would shake their heads, and say
his overtaxed imagination had at last upset his reason.
At the end of half an hour it suddenly occurred to him that the prince was gone a long time; then
right away he began to feel lonely; very soon he fell to listening and longing, and ceased to toy
with the pretty things about him; he grew uneasy, then restless, then distressed. Suppose some
one should come, and catch him in the princes clothes, and the prince not there to explain.
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Might they not hang him at once, and inquire into his case afterward? He had heard that the great
were prompt about small matters. His fear rose higher and higher; and trembling he softly
opened the door to the antechamber, resolved to fly and seek the prince, and, through him,
protection and release. Six gorgeous gentlemen-servants and two young pages of high degree,
clothed like butterflies, sprang to their feet and bowed low before him. He stepped quickly back
and shut the door. He said
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, starting at every trifling
sound. Presently the door swung open, and a silken page said
The Lady Jane Grey.
The door closed and a sweet young girl, richly clad, bounded toward him. But she stopped
suddenly, and said in a distressed voice
Oh, what aileth thee, my lord?
Toms breath was nearly failing him; but he made shift to stammer out
Ah, be merciful, thou! In sooth I am no lord, but only poor Tom Canty of Offal Court in the
city. Prithee let me see the prince, and he will of his grace restore to me my rags, and let me
hence unhurt. Oh, be thou merciful, and save me!
By this time the boy was on his knees, and supplicating with his eyes and uplifted hands as well
as with his tongue. The young girl seemed horror-stricken. She cried out
O my lord, on thy knees? and to me!
Then she fled away in fright; and Tom, smitten with despair, sank down, murmuring
There is no help, there is no hope. Now will they come and take me.
Whilst he lay there benumbed with terror, dreadful tidings were speeding through the palace. The
whisper for it was whispered always flew from menial to menial, from lord to lady, down all the
long corridors, from story to story, from saloon to saloon, The prince hath gone mad, the prince
hath gone mad! Soon every saloon, every marble hall, had its groups of glittering lords and
ladies, and other groups of dazzling lesser folk, talking earnestly together in whispers, and every
face had in it dismay. Presently a splendid official came marching by these groups, making
solemn proclamation
In the name of the king!
Let none list to this false and foolish matter, upon pain of death, nor discuss the same, nor carry
it abroad. In the name of the King!
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The whisperings ceased as suddenly as if the whisperers had been stricken dumb.
Soon there was a general buzz along the corridors, of The prince! See, the prince comes!
Poor Tom came slowly walking past the low-bowing groups, trying to bow in return, and meekly
gazing upon his strange surroundings with bewildered and pathetic eyes. Great nobles walked
upon each side of him, making him lean upon them, and so steady his steps. Behind him
followed the court-physicians and some servants.
Presently Tom found himself in a noble apartment of the palace and heard the door close behind
him. Around him stood those who had come with him. Before him, at a little distance, reclined a
very large and very fat man, with a wide, pulpy face, and a stern expression. His large head was
very grey; and his whiskers, which he wore only around his face, like a frame, were grey also.
His clothing was of rich stuff, but old, and slightly frayed in places. One of his swollen legs had
a pillow under it, and was wrapped in bandages. There was silence now; and there was no head
there but was bent in reverence, except this mans. This stern-countenanced invalid was the
dread Henry VIII. He said and his face grew gentle as he began to speak
How now, my lord Edward, my prince? Hast been minded to cozen me, the good King thy
father, who loveth thee, and kindly useth thee, with a sorry jest?
Poor Tom was listening, as well as his dazed faculties would let him, to the beginning of this
speech; but when the words me, the good King fell upon his ear, his face blanched, and he
dropped as instantly upon his knees as if a shot had brought him there. Lifting up his hands, he
exclaimed
Thou the king? Then am I undone indeed!
This speech seemed to stun the King. His eyes wandered from face to face aimlessly, then rested,
bewildered, upon the boy before him. Then he said in a tone of deep disappointment
Alack, I had believed the rumour disproportioned to the truth; but I fear me tis not so. He
breathed a heavy sigh, and said in a gentle voice, Come to thy father, child: thou art not well.
Tom was assisted to his feet, and approached the Majesty of England, humble and trembling.
The King took the frightened face between his hands, and gazed earnestly and lovingly into it
awhile, as if seeking some grateful sign of returning reason there, then pressed the curly head
against his breast, and patted it tenderly. Presently he said
Dost not know thy father, child? Break not mine old heart; say thou knowst me. Thou dost
know me, dost thou not?
Yea: thou art my dread lord the King, whom God preserve!
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True, true that is well be comforted, tremble not so; there is none here would hurt thee; there is
none here but loves thee. Thou art better now; thy ill dream passeth ist not so? Thou wilt not
miscall thyself again, as they say thou didst a little while agone?
I pray thee of thy grace believe me, I did but speak the truth, most dread lord; for I am the
meanest among thy subjects, being a pauper born, and tis by a sore mischance and accident I am
here, albeit I was therein nothing blameful. I am but young to die, and thou canst save me with
one little word. Oh speak it, sir!
Die? Talk not so, sweet prince peace, peace, to thy troubled heart thou shalt not die!
Tom dropped upon his knees with a glad cry
God requite thy mercy, O my King, and save thee long to bless thy land! Then springing up, he
turned a joyful face toward the two lords in waiting, and exclaimed, Thou heardst it! I am not
to die: the King hath said it! There was no movement, save that all bowed with grave respect;
but no one spoke. He hesitated, a little confused, then turned timidly toward the King, saying, I
may go now?
Go? Surely, if thou desirest. But why not tarry yet a little? Whither wouldst go?
Tom dropped his eyes, and answered humbly
Peradventure I mistook; but I did think me free, and so was I moved to seek again the kennel
where I was born and bred to misery, yet which harboureth my mother and my sisters, and so is
home to me; whereas these pomps and splendours whereunto I am not used oh, please you, sir, to
let me go!
The King was silent and thoughtful a while, and his face betrayed a growing distress and
uneasiness. Presently he said, with something of hope in his voice
Perchance he is but mad upon this one strain, and hath his wits unmarred as toucheth other
matter. God send it may be so! We will make trial.
Then he asked Tom a question in Latin, and Tom answered him lamely in the same tongue. The
lords and doctors manifested their gratification also. The King said
Twas not according to his schooling and ability, but showeth that his mind is but diseased, not
stricken fatally. How say you, sir?
The physician addressed bowed low, and replied
It jumpeth with my own conviction, sire, that thou hast divined aright.
The King looked pleased with this encouragement, coming as it did from so excellent authority,
and continued with good heart
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Now mark ye all: we will try him further.
He put a question to Tom in French. Tom stood silent a moment, embarrassed by having so
many eyes centred upon him, then said diffidently
I have no knowledge of this tongue, so please your majesty.
The King fell back upon his couch. The attendants flew to his assistance; but he put them aside,
and said
Trouble me not it is nothing but a scurvy faintness. Raise me! There, tis sufficient. Come
hither, child; there, rest thy poor troubled head upon thy fathers heart, and be at peace. Thoult
soon be well: tis but a passing fantasy. Fear thou not; thoult soon be well. Then he turned
toward the company: his gentle manner changed, and baleful lightnings began to play from his
eyes. He said
List ye all! This my son is mad; but it is not permanent. Over-study hath done this, and
somewhat too much of confinement. Away with his books and teachers! see ye to it. Pleasure
him with sports, beguile him in wholesome ways, so that his health come again. He raised
himself higher still, and went on with energy, He is mad; but he is my son, and Englands heir;
and, mad or sane, still shall he reign! And hear ye further, and proclaim it: whoso speaketh of
this his distemper worketh against the peace and order of these realms, and shall to the gallows! .
. . Give me to drink I burn: this sorrow sappeth my strength. . . . There, take away the cup. . . .
Support me. There, that is well. Mad, is he? Were he a thousand times mad, yet is he Prince of
Wales, and I the King will confirm it. This very morrow shall he be installed in his princely
dignity in due and ancient form. Take instant order for it, my lord Hertford.
One of the nobles knelt at the royal couch, and said
The Kings majesty knoweth that the Hereditary Great Marshal of England lieth attainted in the
Tower. It were not meet that one attainted
Peace! Insult not mine ears with his hated name. Is this man to live for ever? Am I to be
baulked of my will? Is the prince to tarry uninstalled, because, forsooth, the realm lacketh an
Earl Marshal free of treasonable taint to invest him with his honours? No, by the splendour of
God! Warn my Parliament to bring me Norfolks doom before the sun rise again, else shall they
answer for it grievously!
Lord Hertford said
The Kings will is law; and, rising, returned to his former place.
Gradually the wrath faded out of the old Kings face, and he said
Kiss me, my prince. There . . . what fearest thou? Am I not thy loving father?
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Thou art good to me that am unworthy, O mighty and gracious lord: that in truth I know. But
but it grieveth me to think of him that is to die, and
Ah, tis like thee, tis like thee! I know thy heart is still the same, even though thy mind hath
suffered hurt, for thou wert ever of a gentle spirit. But this duke standeth between thee and thine
honours: I will have another in his stead that shall bring no taint to his great office. Comfort thee,
my prince: trouble not thy poor head with this matter.
But is it not I that speed him hence, my liege? How long might he not live, but for me?
Take no thought of him, my prince: he is not worthy. Kiss me once again, and go to thy trifles
and amusements; for my malady distresseth me. I am aweary, and would rest. Go with thine
uncle Hertford and thy people, and come again when my body is refreshed.
Tom, heavy-hearted, was conducted from the presence, for this last sentence was a death-blow to
the hope he had cherished that now he would be set free. Once more he heard the buzz of low
voices exclaiming, The prince, the prince comes!
His spirits sank lower and lower as he moved between the glittering files of bowing courtiers; for
he recognised that he was indeed a captive now, and might remain for ever shut up in this gilded
cage, a forlorn and friendless prince, except God in his mercy take pity on him and set him free.
And, turn where he would, he seemed to see floating in the air the severed head and the
remembered face of the great Duke of Norfolk, the eyes fixed on him reproachfully.
His old dreams had been so pleasant; but this reality was so dreary!

Chapter VI. Tom receives instructions
Tom was conducted to the principal apartment of a noble suite, and made to sit down a thing
which he was loth to do, since there were elderly men and men of high degree about him. He
begged them to be seated also, but they only bowed their thanks or murmured them, and
remained standing. He would have insisted, but his uncle the Earl of Hertford whispered in his
ear
Prithee, insist not, my lord; it is not meet that they sit in thy presence.
The Lord St. John was announced, and after making obeisance to Tom, he said
I come upon the Kings errand, concerning a matter which requireth privacy. Will it please your
royal highness to dismiss all that attend you here, save my lord the Earl of Hertford?
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Observing that Tom did not seem to know how to proceed, Hertford whispered him to make a
sign with his hand, and not trouble himself to speak unless he chose. When the waiting
gentlemen had retired, Lord St. John said
His majesty commandeth, that for due and weighty reasons of state, the princes grace shall
hide his infirmity in all ways that be within his power, till it be passed and he be as he was
before. To wit, that he shall deny to none that he is the true prince, and heir to Englands
greatness; that he shall uphold his princely dignity, and shall receive, without word or sign of
protest, that reverence and observance which unto it do appertain of right and ancient usage; that
he shall cease to speak to any of that lowly birth and life his malady hath conjured out of the
unwholesome imaginings of oer-wrought fancy; that he shall strive with diligence to bring unto
his memory again those faces which he was wont to know and where he faileth he shall hold his
peace, neither betraying by semblance of surprise or other sign that he hath forgot; that upon
occasions of state, whensoever any matter shall perplex him as to the thing he should do or the
utterance he should make, he shall show nought of unrest to the curious that look on, but take
advice in that matter of the Lord Hertford, or my humble self, which are commanded of the King
to be upon this service and close at call, till this commandment be dissolved. Thus saith the
Kings majesty, who sendeth greeting to your royal highness, and prayeth that God will of His
mercy quickly heal you and have you now and ever in His holy keeping.
The Lord St. John made reverence and stood aside. Tom replied resignedly
The King hath said it. None may palter with the Kings command, or fit it to his ease, where it
doth chafe, with deft evasions. The King shall be obeyed.
Lord Hertford said
Touching the Kings majestys ordainment concerning books and such like serious matters, it
may peradventure please your highness to ease your time with lightsome entertainment, lest you
go wearied to the banquet and suffer harm thereby.
Toms face showed inquiring surprise; and a blush followed when he saw Lord St. Johns eyes
bent sorrowfully upon him. His lordship said
Thy memory still wrongeth thee, and thou hast shown surprise but suffer it not to trouble thee,
for tis a matter that will not bide, but depart with thy mending malady. My Lord of Hertford
speaketh of the citys banquet which the Kings majesty did promise, some two months flown,
your highness should attend. Thou recallest it now?
It grieves me to confess it had indeed escaped me, said Tom, in a hesitating voice; and blushed
again.
At this moment the Lady Elizabeth and the Lady Jane Grey were announced. The two lords
exchanged significant glances, and Hertford stepped quickly toward the door. As the young girls
passed him, he said in a low voice
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I pray ye, ladies, seem not to observe his humours, nor show surprise when his memory doth
lapse it will grieve you to note how it doth stick at every trifle.
Meantime Lord St. John was saying in Toms ear
Please you, sir, keep diligently in mind his majestys desire. Remember all thou canst seem to
remember all else. Let them not perceive that thou art much changed from thy wont, for thou
knowest how tenderly thy old play-fellows bear thee in their hearts and how twould grieve
them. Art willing, sir, that I remain? and thine uncle?
Tom signified assent with a gesture and a murmured word, for he was already learning, and in
his simple heart was resolved to acquit himself as best he might, according to the Kings
command.
In spite of every precaution, the conversation among the young people became a little
embarrassing at times. More than once, in truth, Tom was near to breaking down and confessing
himself unequal to his tremendous part; but the tact of the Princess Elizabeth saved him, or a
word from one or the other of the vigilant lords, thrown in apparently by chance, had the same
happy effect. Once the little Lady Jane turned to Tom and dismayed him with this question,
Hast paid thy duty to the Queens majesty to-day, my lord?
Tom hesitated, looked distressed, and was about to stammer out something at hazard, when Lord
St. John took the word and answered for him with the easy grace of a courtier accustomed to
encounter delicate difficulties and to be ready for them
He hath indeed, madam, and she did greatly hearten him, as touching his majestys condition; is
it not so, your highness?
Tom mumbled something that stood for assent, but felt that he was getting upon dangerous
ground. Somewhat later it was mentioned that Tom was to study no more at present, whereupon
her little ladyship exclaimed
Tis a pity, tis a pity! Thou wert proceeding bravely. But bide thy time in patience: it will not
be for long. Thoult yet be graced with learning like thy father, and make thy tongue master of as
many languages as his, good my prince.
My father! cried Tom, off his guard for the moment. I trow he cannot speak his own so that
any but the swine that kennel in the styes may tell his meaning; and as for learning of any sort
soever
He looked up and encountered a solemn warning in my Lord St. Johns eyes.
He stopped, blushed, then continued low and sadly: Ah, my malady persecuteth me again, and
my mind wandereth. I meant the Kings grace no irreverence.
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We know it, sir, said the Princess Elizabeth, taking her brothers hand between her two
palms, respectfully but caressingly; trouble not thyself as to that. The fault is none of thine, but
thy distempers.
Thourt a gentle comforter, sweet lady, said Tom, gratefully, and my heart moveth me to
thank thee fort, an I may be so bold.
Once the giddy little Lady Jane fired a simple Greek phrase at Tom. The Princess Elizabeths
quick eye saw by the serene blankness of the targets front that the shaft was overshot; so she
tranquilly delivered a return volley of sounding Greek on Toms behalf, and then straightway
changed the talk to other matters.
Time wore on pleasantly, and likewise smoothly, on the whole. Snags and sandbars grew less
and less frequent, and Tom grew more and more at his ease, seeing that all were so lovingly bent
upon helping him and overlooking his mistakes. When it came out that the little ladies were to
accompany him to the Lord Mayors banquet in the evening, his heart gave a bound of relief and
delight, for he felt that he should not be friendless, now, among that multitude of strangers;
whereas, an hour earlier, the idea of their going with him would have been an insupportable
terror to him.
Toms guardian angels, the two lords, had had less comfort in the interview than the other parties
to it. They felt much as if they were piloting a great ship through a dangerous channel; they were
on the alert constantly, and found their office no childs play. Wherefore, at last, when the ladies
visit was drawing to a close and the Lord Guilford Dudley was announced, they not only felt that
their charge had been sufficiently taxed for the present, but also that they themselves were not in
the best condition to take their ship back and make their anxious voyage all over again. So they
respectfully advised Tom to excuse himself, which he was very glad to do, although a slight
shade of disappointment might have been observed upon my Lady Janes face when she heard
the splendid stripling denied admittance.
There was a pause now, a sort of waiting silence which Tom could not understand. He glanced at
Lord Hertford, who gave him a sign but he failed to understand that also. The ready Elizabeth
came to the rescue with her usual easy grace. She made reverence and said
Have we leave of the princes grace my brother to go?
Tom said
Indeed your ladyships can have whatsoever of me they will, for the asking; yet would I rather
give them any other thing that in my poor power lieth, than leave to take the light and blessing of
their presence hence. Give ye good den, and God be with ye! Then he smiled inwardly at the
thought, Tis not for nought I have dwelt but among princes in my reading, and taught my
tongue some slight trick of their broidered and gracious speech withal!
When the illustrious maidens were gone, Tom turned wearily to his keepers and said
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May it please your lordships to grant me leave to go into some corner and rest me?
Lord Hertford said
So please your highness, it is for you to command, it is for us to obey. That thou shouldst rest
is indeed a needful thing, since thou must journey to the city presently.
He touched a bell, and a page appeared, who was ordered to desire the presence of Sir William
Herbert. This gentleman came straightway, and conducted Tom to an inner apartment. Toms
first movement there was to reach for a cup of water; but a silk-and-velvet servitor seized it,
dropped upon one knee, and offered it to him on a golden salver.
Next the tired captive sat down and was going to take off his buskins, timidly asking leave with
his eye, but another silk-and-velvet discomforter went down upon his knees and took the office
from him. He made two or three further efforts to help himself, but being promptly forestalled
each time, he finally gave up, with a sigh of resignation and a murmured Beshrew me, but I
marvel they do not require to breathe for me also! Slippered, and wrapped in a sumptuous robe,
he laid himself down at last to rest, but not to sleep, for his head was too full of thoughts and the
room too full of people. He could not dismiss the former, so they stayed; he did not know enough
to dismiss the latter, so they stayed also, to his vast regret and theirs.
Toms departure had left his two noble guardians alone. They mused a while, with much head-
shaking and walking the floor, then Lord St. John said
Plainly, what dost thou think?
Plainly, then, this. The King is near his end; my nephew is mad mad will mount the throne, and
mad remain. God protect England, since she will need it!
Verily it promiseth so, indeed. But . . . have you no misgivings as to . . . as to . . .
The speaker hesitated, and finally stopped. He evidently felt that he was upon delicate ground.
Lord Hertford stopped before him, looked into his face with a clear, frank eye, and said
Speak on there is none to hear but me. Misgivings as to what?
I am full loth to word the thing that is in my mind, and thou so near to him in blood, my lord.
But craving pardon if I do offend, seemeth it not strange that madness could so change his port
and manner? not but that his port and speech are princely still, but that they differ, in one
unweighty trifle or another, from what his custom was aforetime. Seemeth it not strange that
madness should filch from his memory his fathers very linaments; the customs and
observances that are his due from such as be about him; and, leaving him his Latin, strip him of
his Greek and French? My lord, be not offended, but ease my mind of its disquiet and receive my
grateful thanks. It haunteth me, his saying he was not the prince, and so
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Peace, my lord, thou utterest treason! Hast forgot the Kings command? Remember I am party
to thy crime if I but listen.
St. John paled, and hastened to say
I was in fault, I do confess it. Betray me not, grant me this grace out of thy courtesy, and I will
neither think nor speak of this thing more. Deal not hardly with me, sir, else am I ruined.
I am content, my lord. So thou offend not again, here or in the ears of others, it shall be as
though thou hadst not spoken. But thou needst not have misgivings. He is my sisters son; are
not his voice, his face, his form, familiar to me from his cradle? Madness can do all the odd
conflicting things thou seest in him, and more. Dost not recall how that the old Baron Marley,
being mad, forgot the favour of his own countenance that he had known for sixty years, and held
it was anothers; nay, even claimed he was the son of Mary Magdalene, and that his head was
made of Spanish glass; and, sooth to say, he suffered none to touch it, lest by mischance some
heedless hand might shiver it? Give thy misgivings easement, good my lord. This is the very
prince I know him well and soon will be thy king; it may advantage thee to bear this in mind, and
more dwell upon it than the other.
After some further talk, in which the Lord St. John covered up his mistake as well as he could by
repeated protests that his faith was thoroughly grounded now, and could not be assailed by
doubts again, the Lord Hertford relieved his fellow-keeper, and sat down to keep watch and ward
alone. He was soon deep in meditation, and evidently the longer he thought, the more he was
bothered. By-and-by he began to pace the floor and mutter.
Tush, he must be the prince! Will any he in all the land maintain there can be two, not of one
blood and birth, so marvellously twinned? And even were it so, twere yet a stranger miracle that
chance should cast the one into the others place. Nay, tis folly, folly, folly!
Presently he said
Now were he impostor and called himself prince, look you that would be natural; that would be
reasonable. But lived ever an impostor yet, who, being called prince by the king, prince by the
court, prince by all, denied his dignity and pleaded against his exaltation? No! By the soul of St.
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Chapter VII. Toms first royal dinner
Somewhat after one in the afternoon, Tom resignedly underwent the ordeal of being dressed for
dinner. He found himself as finely clothed as before, but everything different, everything
changed, from his ruff to his stockings. He was presently conducted with much state to a
spacious and ornate apartment, where a table was already set for one. Its furniture was all of
massy gold, and beautified with designs which well-nigh made it priceless, since they were the
work of Benvenuto. The room was half-filled with noble servitors. A chaplain said grace, and
Tom was about to fall to, for hunger had long been constitutional with him, but was interrupted
by my lord the Earl of Berkeley, who fastened a napkin about his neck; for the great post of
Diaperers to the Prince of Wales was hereditary in this noblemans family. Toms cupbearer was
present, and forestalled all his attempts to help himself to wine. The Taster to his highness the
Prince of Wales was there also, prepared to taste any suspicious dish upon requirement, and run
the risk of being poisoned. He was only an ornamental appendage at this time, and was seldom
called upon to exercise his function; but there had been times, not many generations past, when
the office of taster had its perils, and was not a grandeur to be desired. Why they did not use a
dog or a plumber seems strange; but all the ways of royalty are strange. My Lord dArcy, First
Groom of the Chamber, was there, to do goodness knows what; but there he was let that suffice.
The Lord Chief Butler was there, and stood behind Toms chair, overseeing the solemnities,
under command of the Lord Great Steward and the Lord Head Cook, who stood near. Tom had
three hundred and eighty-four servants beside these; but they were not all in that room, of course,
nor the quarter of them; neither was Tom aware yet that they existed.
All those that were present had been well drilled within the hour to remember that the prince was
temporarily out of his head, and to be careful to show no surprise at his vagaries. These
vagaries were soon on exhibition before them; but they only moved their compassion and their
sorrow, not their mirth. It was a heavy affliction to them to see the beloved prince so stricken.
Poor Tom ate with his fingers mainly; but no one smiled at it, or even seemed to observe it. He
inspected his napkin curiously, and with deep interest, for it was of a very dainty and beautiful
fabric, then said with simplicity
Prithee, take it away, lest in mine unheedfulness it be soiled.
The Hereditary Diaperer took it away with reverent manner, and without word or protest of any
sort.
Tom examined the turnips and the lettuce with interest, and asked what they were, and if they
were to be eaten; for it was only recently that men had begun to raise these things in England in
place of importing them as luxuries from Holland. His question was answered with grave
respect, and no surprise manifested. When he had finished his dessert, he filled his pockets with
nuts; but nobody appeared to be aware of it, or disturbed by it. But the next moment he was
himself disturbed by it, and showed discomposure; for this was the only service he had been
permitted to do with his own hands during the meal, and he did not doubt that he had done a
most improper and unprincely thing. At that moment the muscles of his nose began to twitch,
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and the end of that organ to lift and wrinkle. This continued, and Tom began to evince a growing
distress. He looked appealingly, first at one and then another of the lords about him, and tears
came into his eyes. They sprang forward with dismay in their faces, and begged to know his
trouble. Tom said with genuine anguish
I crave your indulgence: my nose itcheth cruelly. What is the custom and usage in this
emergence? Prithee, speed, for tis but a little time that I can bear it.
None smiled; but all were sore perplexed, and looked one to the other in deep tribulation for
counsel. But behold, here was a dead wall, and nothing in English history to tell how to get over
it. The Master of Ceremonies was not present: there was no one who felt safe to venture upon
this uncharted sea, or risk the attempt to solve this solemn problem. Alas! there was no
Hereditary Scratcher. Meantime the tears had overflowed their banks, and begun to trickle down
Toms cheeks. His twitching nose was pleading more urgently than ever for relief. At last nature
broke down the barriers of etiquette: Tom lifted up an inward prayer for pardon if he was doing
wrong, and brought relief to the burdened hearts of his court by scratching his nose himself.
His meal being ended, a lord came and held before him a broad, shallow, golden dish with
fragrant rosewater in it, to cleanse his mouth and fingers with; and my lord the Hereditary
Diaperer stood by with a napkin for his use. Tom gazed at the dish a puzzled moment or two,
then raised it to his lips, and gravely took a draught. Then he returned it to the waiting lord, and
said
Nay, it likes me not, my lord: it hath a pretty flavour, but it wanteth strength.
This new eccentricity of the princes ruined mind made all the hearts about him ache; but the sad
sight moved none to merriment.
Toms next unconscious blunder was to get up and leave the table just when the chaplain had
taken his stand behind his chair, and with uplifted hands, and closed, uplifted eyes, was in the act
of beginning the blessing. Still nobody seemed to perceive that the prince had done a thing
unusual.
By his own request our small friend was now conducted to his private cabinet, and left there
alone to his own devices. Hanging upon hooks in the oaken wainscoting were the several pieces
of a suit of shining steel armour, covered all over with beautiful designs exquisitely inlaid in
gold. This martial panoply belonged to the true prince a recent present from Madam Parr the
Queen. Tom put on the greaves, the gauntlets, the plumed helmet, and such other pieces as he
could don without assistance, and for a while was minded to call for help and complete the
matter, but bethought him of the nuts he had brought away from dinner, and the joy it would be
to eat them with no crowd to eye him, and no Grand Hereditaries to pester him with undesired
services; so he restored the pretty things to their several places, and soon was cracking nuts, and
feeling almost naturally happy for the first time since God for his sins had made him a prince.
When the nuts were all gone, he stumbled upon some inviting books in a closet, among them one
about the etiquette of the English court. This was a prize. He lay down upon a sumptuous divan,
and proceeded to instruct himself with honest zeal. Let us leave him there for the present.
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Chapter VIII. The question of the Seal
About five oclock Henry VIII. awoke out of an unrefreshing nap, and muttered to himself,
Troublous dreams, troublous dreams! Mine end is now at hand: so say these warnings, and my
failing pulses do confirm it. Presently a wicked light flamed up in his eye, and he muttered,
Yet will not I die till he go before.
His attendants perceiving that he was awake, one of them asked his pleasure concerning the Lord
Chancellor, who was waiting without.
Admit him, admit him! exclaimed the King eagerly.
The Lord Chancellor entered, and knelt by the Kings couch, saying
I have given order, and, according to the Kings command, the peers of the realm, in their robes,
do now stand at the bar of the House, where, having confirmed the Duke of Norfolks doom,
they humbly wait his majestys further pleasure in the matter.
The Kings face lit up with a fierce joy. Said he
Lift me up! In mine own person will I go before my Parliament, and with mine own hand will I
seal the warrant that rids me of
His voice failed; an ashen pallor swept the flush from his cheeks; and the attendants eased him
back upon his pillows, and hurriedly assisted him with restoratives. Presently he said sorrowfully
Alack, how have I longed for this sweet hour! and lo, too late it cometh, and I am robbed of this
so coveted chance. But speed ye, speed ye! let others do this happy office sith tis denied to me. I
put my Great Seal in commission: choose thou the lords that shall compose it, and get ye to your
work. Speed ye, man! Before the sun shall rise and set again, bring me his head that I may see
it.
According to the Kings command, so shall it be. Willt please your majesty to order that the
Seal be now restored to me, so that I may forth upon the business?
The Seal? Who keepeth the Seal but thou?
Please your majesty, you did take it from me two days since, saying it should no more do its
office till your own royal hand should use it upon the Duke of Norfolks warrant.
Why, so in sooth I did: I do remember . . . What did I with it?. . . I am very feeble . . . So oft
these days doth my memory play the traitor with me . . . Tis strange, strange
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The King dropped into inarticulate mumblings, shaking his grey head weakly from time to time,
and gropingly trying to recollect what he had done with the Seal. At last my Lord Hertford
ventured to kneel and offer information
Sire, if that I may be so bold, here be several that do remember with me how that you gave the
Great Seal into the hands of his highness the Prince of Wales to keep against the day that
True, most true! interrupted the King. Fetch it! Go: time flieth!
Lord Hertford flew to Tom, but returned to the King before very long, troubled and empty-
handed. He delivered himself to this effect
It grieveth me, my lord the King, to bear so heavy and unwelcome tidings; but it is the will of
God that the princes affliction abideth still, and he cannot recall to mind that he received the
Seal. So came I quickly to report, thinking it were waste of precious time, and little worth withal,
that any should attempt to search the long array of chambers and saloons that belong unto his
royal high
A groan from the King interrupted the lord at this point. After a little while his majesty said, with
a deep sadness in his tone
Trouble him no more, poor child. The hand of God lieth heavy upon him, and my heart goeth
out in loving compassion for him, and sorrow that I may not bear his burden on mine old trouble-
weighted shoulders, and so bring him peace.
He closed his eyes, fell to mumbling, and presently was silent. After a time he opened his eyes
again, and gazed vacantly around until his glance rested upon the kneeling Lord Chancellor.
Instantly his face flushed with wrath
What, thou here yet! By the glory of God, an thou gettest not about that traitors business, thy
mitre shall have holiday the morrow for lack of a head to grace withal!
The trembling Chancellor answered
Good your Majesty, I cry you mercy! I but waited for the Seal.
Man, hast lost thy wits? The small Seal which aforetime I was wont to take with me abroad
lieth in my treasury. And, since the Great Seal hath flown away, shall not it suffice? Hast lost thy
wits? Begone! And hark ye come no more till thou do bring his head.
The poor Chancellor was not long in removing himself from this dangerous vicinity; nor did the
commission waste time in giving the royal assent to the work of the slavish Parliament, and
appointing the morrow for the beheading of the premier peer of England, the luckless Duke of
Norfolk.

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Chapter IX. The river pageant
At nine in the evening the whole vast river-front of the palace was blazing with light. The river
itself, as far as the eye could reach citywards, was so thickly covered with watermens boats and
with pleasure-barges, all fringed with coloured lanterns, and gently agitated by the waves, that it
resembled a glowing and limitless garden of flowers stirred to soft motion by summer winds.
The grand terrace of stone steps leading down to the water, spacious enough to mass the army of
a German principality upon, was a picture to see, with its ranks of royal halberdiers in polished
armour, and its troops of brilliantly costumed servitors flitting up and down, and to and fro, in
the hurry of preparation.
Presently a command was given, and immediately all living creatures vanished from the steps.
Now the air was heavy with the hush of suspense and expectancy. As far as ones vision could
carry, he might see the myriads of people in the boats rise up, and shade their eyes from the glare
of lanterns and torches, and gaze toward the palace.
A file of forty or fifty state barges drew up to the steps. They were richly gilt, and their lofty
prows and sterns were elaborately carved. Some of them were decorated with banners and
streamers; some with cloth-of-gold and arras embroidered with coats-of-arms; others with silken
flags that had numberless little silver bells fastened to them, which shook out tiny showers of
joyous music whenever the breezes fluttered them; others of yet higher pretensions, since they
belonged to nobles in the princes immediate service, had their sides picturesquely fenced with
shields gorgeously emblazoned with armorial bearings. Each state barge was towed by a tender.
Besides the rowers, these tenders carried each a number of men-at-arms in glossy helmet and
breastplate, and a company of musicians.
The advance-guard of the expected procession now appeared in the great gateway, a troop of
halberdiers. They were dressed in striped hose of black and tawny, velvet caps graced at the
sides with silver roses, and doublets of murrey and blue cloth, embroidered on the front and back
with the three feathers, the princes blazon, woven in gold. Their halberd staves were covered
with crimson velvet, fastened with gilt nails, and ornamented with gold tassels. Filing off on the
right and left, they formed two long lines, extending from the gateway of the palace to the
waters edge. A thick rayed cloth or carpet was then unfolded, and laid down between them by
attendants in the gold-and-crimson liveries of the prince. This done, a flourish of trumpets
resounded from within. A lively prelude arose from the musicians on the water; and two ushers
with white wands marched with a slow and stately pace from the portal. They were followed by
an officer bearing the civic mace, after whom came another carrying the citys sword; then
several sergeants of the city guard, in their full accoutrements, and with badges on their sleeves;
then the Garter King-at-arms, in his tabard; then several Knights of the Bath, each with a white
lace on his sleeve; then their esquires; then the judges, in their robes of scarlet and coifs; then the
Lord High Chancellor of England, in a robe of scarlet, open before, and purfled with minever;
then a deputation of aldermen, in their scarlet cloaks; and then the heads of the different civic
companies, in their robes of state. Now came twelve French gentlemen, in splendid habiliments,
consisting of pourpoints of white damask barred with gold, short mantles of crimson velvet lined
with violet taffeta, and carnation coloured hauts-de-chausses, and took their way down the steps.
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They were of the suite of the French ambassador, and were followed by twelve cavaliers of the
suite of the Spanish ambassador, clothed in black velvet, unrelieved by any ornament. Following
these came several great English nobles with their attendants.
There was a flourish of trumpets within; and the Princes uncle, the future great Duke of
Somerset, emerged from the gateway, arrayed in a doublet of black cloth-of-gold, and a cloak of
crimson satin flowered with gold, and ribanded with nets of silver. He turned, doffed his plumed
cap, bent his body in a low reverence, and began to step backward, bowing at each step. A
prolonged trumpet-blast followed, and a proclamation, Way for the high and mighty the Lord
Edward, Prince of Wales! High aloft on the palace walls a long line of red tongues of flame
leapt forth with a thunder-crash; the massed world on the river burst into a mighty roar of
welcome; and Tom Canty, the cause and hero of it all, stepped into view and slightly bowed his
princely head.
He was magnificently habited in a doublet of white satin, with a front-piece of purple cloth-of-
tissue, powdered with diamonds, and edged with ermine. Over this he wore a mantle of white
cloth-of-gold, pounced with the triple-feathered crest, lined with blue satin, set with pearls and
precious stones, and fastened with a clasp of brilliants. About his neck hung the order of the
Garter, and several princely foreign orders; and wherever light fell upon him jewels responded
with a blinding flash. O Tom Canty, born in a hovel, bred in the gutters of London, familiar with
rags and dirt and misery, what a spectacle is this!

Chapter X. The Prince in the toils
We left John Canty dragging the rightful prince into Offal Court, with a noisy and delighted mob
at his heels. There was but one person in it who offered a pleading word for the captive, and he
was not heeded; he was hardly even heard, so great was the turmoil. The Prince continued to
struggle for freedom, and to rage against the treatment he was suffering, until John Canty lost
what little patience was left in him, and raised his oaken cudgel in a sudden fury over the
Princes head. The single pleader for the lad sprang to stop the mans arm, and the blow
descended upon his own wrist. Canty roared out
Thoult meddle, wilt thou? Then have thy reward.
His cudgel crashed down upon the meddlers head: there was a groan, a dim form sank to the
ground among the feet of the crowd, and the next moment it lay there in the dark alone. The mob
pressed on, their enjoyment nothing disturbed by this episode.
Presently the Prince found himself in John Cantys abode, with the door closed against the
outsiders. By the vague light of a tallow candle which was thrust into a bottle, he made out the
main features of the loathsome den, and also the occupants of it. Two frowsy girls and a middle-
aged woman cowered against the wall in one corner, with the aspect of animals habituated to
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harsh usage, and expecting and dreading it now. From another corner stole a withered hag with
streaming grey hair and malignant eyes. John Canty said to this one
Tarry! Theres fine mummeries here. Mar them not till thoust enjoyed them: then let thy hand
be heavy as thou wilt. Stand forth, lad. Now say thy foolery again, an thoust not forgot it. Name
thy name. Who art thou?
The insulted blood mounted to the little princes cheek once more, and he lifted a steady and
indignant gaze to the mans face and said
Tis but ill-breeding in such as thou to command me to speak. I tell thee now, as I told thee
before, I am Edward, Prince of Wales, and none other.
The stunning surprise of this reply nailed the hags feet to the floor where she stood, and almost
took her breath. She stared at the Prince in stupid amazement, which so amused her ruffianly
son, that he burst into a roar of laughter. But the effect upon Tom Cantys mother and sisters was
different. Their dread of bodily injury gave way at once to distress of a different sort. They ran
forward with woe and dismay in their faces, exclaiming
Oh, poor Tom, poor lad!
The mother fell on her knees before the Prince, put her hands upon his shoulders, and gazed
yearningly into his face through her rising tears. Then she said
Oh, my poor boy! Thy foolish reading hath wrought its woeful work at last, and taen thy wit
away. Ah! why didst thou cleave to it when I so warned thee gainst it? Thoust broke thy
mothers heart.
The Prince looked into her face, and said gently
Thy son is well, and hath not lost his wits, good dame. Comfort thee: let me to the palace where
he is, and straightway will the King my father restore him to thee.
The King thy father! Oh, my child! unsay these words that be freighted with death for thee, and
ruin for all that be near to thee. Shake of this gruesome dream. Call back thy poor wandering
memory. Look upon me. Am not I thy mother that bore thee, and loveth thee?
The Prince shook his head and reluctantly said
God knoweth I am loth to grieve thy heart; but truly have I never looked upon thy face before.
The woman sank back to a sitting posture on the floor, and, covering her eyes with her hands,
gave way to heart-broken sobs and wailings.
Let the show go on! shouted Canty. What, Nan! what, Bet! mannerless wenches! will ye
stand in the Princes presence? Upon your knees, ye pauper scum, and do him reverence!
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He followed this with another horse-laugh. The girls began to plead timidly for their brother; and
Nan said
An thou wilt but let him to bed, father, rest and sleep will heal his madness: prithee, do.
Do, father, said Bet; he is more worn than is his wont. To-morrow will he be himself again,
and will beg with diligence, and come not empty home again.
This remark sobered the fathers joviality, and brought his mind to business. He turned angrily
upon the Prince, and said
The morrow must we pay two pennies to him that owns this hole; two pennies, mark ye all this
money for a half-years rent, else out of this we go. Show what thoust gathered with thy lazy
begging.
The Prince said
Offend me not with thy sordid matters. I tell thee again I am the Kings son.
A sounding blow upon the Princes shoulder from Cantys broad palm sent him staggering into
goodwife Cantys arms, who clasped him to her breast, and sheltered him from a pelting rain of
cuffs and slaps by interposing her own person. The frightened girls retreated to their corner; but
the grandmother stepped eagerly forward to assist her son. The Prince sprang away from Mrs.
Canty, exclaiming
Thou shalt not suffer for me, madam. Let these swine do their will upon me alone.
This speech infuriated the swine to such a degree that they set about their work without waste of
time. Between them they belaboured the boy right soundly, and then gave the girls and their
mother a beating for showing sympathy for the victim.
Now, said Canty, to bed, all of ye. The entertainment has tired me.
The light was put out, and the family retired. As soon as the snorings of the head of the house
and his mother showed that they were asleep, the young girls crept to where the Prince lay, and
covered him tenderly from the cold with straw and rags; and their mother crept to him also, and
stroked his hair, and cried over him, whispering broken words of comfort and compassion in his
ear the while. She had saved a morsel for him to eat, also; but the boys pains had swept away all
appetite at least for black and tasteless crusts. He was touched by her brave and costly defence of
him, and by her commiseration; and he thanked her in very noble and princely words, and
begged her to go to her sleep and try to forget her sorrows. And he added that the King his father
would not let her loyal kindness and devotion go unrewarded. This return to his madness broke
her heart anew, and she strained him to her breast again and again, and then went back, drowned
in tears, to her bed.
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As she lay thinking and mourning, the suggestion began to creep into her mind that there was an
undefinable something about this boy that was lacking in Tom Canty, mad or sane. She could not
describe it, she could not tell just what it was, and yet her sharp mother-instinct seemed to detect
it and perceive it. What if the boy were really not her son, after all? Oh, absurd! She almost
smiled at the idea, spite of her griefs and troubles. No matter, she found that it was an idea that
would not down, but persisted in haunting her. It pursued her, it harassed her, it clung to her,
and refused to be put away or ignored. At last she perceived that there was not going to be any
peace for her until she should devise a test that should prove, clearly and without question,
whether this lad was her son or not, and so banish these wearing and worrying doubts. Ah, yes,
this was plainly the right way out of the difficulty; therefore she set her wits to work at once to
contrive that test. But it was an easier thing to propose than to accomplish. She turned over in her
mind one promising test after another, but was obliged to relinquish them all none of them were
absolutely sure, absolutely perfect; and an imperfect one could not satisfy her. Evidently she was
racking her head in vain it seemed manifest that she must give the matter up. While this
depressing thought was passing through her mind, her ear caught the regular breathing of the
boy, and she knew he had fallen asleep. And while she listened, the measured breathing was
broken by a soft, startled cry, such as one utters in a troubled dream. This chance occurrence
furnished her instantly with a plan worth all her laboured tests combined. She at once set herself
feverishly, but noiselessly, to work to relight her candle, muttering to herself, Had I but seen
him then, I should have known! Since that day, when he was little, that the powder burst in his
face, he hath never been startled of a sudden out of his dreams or out of his thinkings, but he hath
cast his hand before his eyes, even as he did that day; and not as others would do it, with the
palm inward, but always with the palm turned outward I have seen it a hundred times, and it hath
never varied nor ever failed. Yes, I shall soon know, now!
By this time she had crept to the slumbering boys side, with the candle, shaded, in her hand. She
bent heedfully and warily over him, scarcely breathing in her suppressed excitement, and
suddenly flashed the light in his face and struck the floor by his ear with her knuckles. The
sleepers eyes sprang wide open, and he cast a startled stare about him but he made no special
movement with his hands.
The poor woman was smitten almost helpless with surprise and grief; but she contrived to hide
her emotions, and to soothe the boy to sleep again; then she crept apart and communed miserably
with herself upon the disastrous result of her experiment. She tried to believe that her Toms
madness had banished this habitual gesture of his; but she could not do it. No, she said, his
hands are not mad; they could not unlearn so old a habit in so brief a time. Oh, this is a heavy
day for me!
Still, hope was as stubborn now as doubt had been before; she could not bring herself to accept
the verdict of the test; she must try the thing again the failure must have been only an accident;
so she startled the boy out of his sleep a second and a third time, at intervals with the same result
which had marked the first test; then she dragged herself to bed, and fell sorrowfully asleep,
saying, But I cannot give him up oh no, I cannot, I cannot he must be my boy!
The poor mothers interruptions having ceased, and the Princes pains having gradually lost their
power to disturb him, utter weariness at last sealed his eyes in a profound and restful sleep. Hour
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after hour slipped away, and still he slept like the dead. Thus four or five hours passed. Then his
stupor began to lighten. Presently, while half asleep and half awake, he murmured
Sir William!
After a moment
Ho, Sir William Herbert! Hie thee hither, and list to the strangest dream that ever . . . Sir
William! dost hear? Man, I did think me changed to a pauper, and . . . Ho there! Guards! Sir
William! What! is there no groom of the chamber in waiting? Alack! it shall go hard with
What aileth thee? asked a whisper near him. Who art thou calling?
Sir William Herbert. Who art thou?
I? Who should I be, but thy sister Nan? Oh, Tom, I had forgot! Thourt mad yet poor lad,
thourt mad yet: would I had never woke to know it again! But prithee master thy tongue, lest we
be all beaten till we die!
The startled Prince sprang partly up, but a sharp reminder from his stiffened bruises brought him
to himself, and he sank back among his foul straw with a moan and the ejaculation
Alas! it was no dream, then!
In a moment all the heavy sorrow and misery which sleep had banished were upon him again,
and he realised that he was no longer a petted prince in a palace, with the adoring eyes of a
nation upon him, but a pauper, an outcast, clothed in rags, prisoner in a den fit only for beasts,
and consorting with beggars and thieves.
In the midst of his grief he began to be conscious of hilarious noises and shoutings, apparently
but a block or two away. The next moment there were several sharp raps at the door; John Canty
ceased from snoring and said
Who knocketh? What wilt thou?
A voice answered
Knowst thou who it was thou laid thy cudgel on?
No. Neither know I, nor care.
Belike thoult change thy note eftsoons. An thou would save thy neck, nothing but flight may
stead thee. The man is this moment delivering up the ghost. Tis the priest, Father Andrew!
God-a-mercy! exclaimed Canty. He roused his family, and hoarsely commanded, Up with ye
all and fly or bide where ye are and perish!
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Scarcely five minutes later the Canty household were in the street and flying for their lives. John
Canty held the Prince by the wrist, and hurried him along the dark way, giving him this caution
in a low voice
Mind thy tongue, thou mad fool, and speak not our name. I will choose me a new name,
speedily, to throw the laws dogs off the scent. Mind thy tongue, I tell thee!
He growled these words to the rest of the family
If it so chance that we be separated, let each make for London Bridge; whoso findeth himself as
far as the last linen-drapers shop on the bridge, let him tarry there till the others be come, then
will we flee into Southwark together.
At this moment the party burst suddenly out of darkness into light; and not only into light, but
into the midst of a multitude of singing, dancing, and shouting people, massed together on the
river frontage. There was a line of bonfires stretching as far as one could see, up and down the
Thames; London Bridge was illuminated; Southwark Bridge likewise; the entire river was aglow
with the flash and sheen of coloured lights; and constant explosions of fireworks filled the skies
with an intricate commingling of shooting splendours and a thick rain of dazzling sparks that
almost turned night into day; everywhere were crowds of revellers; all London seemed to be at
large.
John Canty delivered himself of a furious curse and commanded a retreat; but it was too late. He
and his tribe were swallowed up in that swarming hive of humanity, and hopelessly separated
from each other in an instant. We are not considering that the Prince was one of his tribe; Canty
still kept his grip upon him. The Princes heart was beating high with hopes of escape, now. A
burly waterman, considerably exalted with liquor, found himself rudely shoved by Canty in his
efforts to plough through the crowd; he laid his great hand on Cantys shoulder and said
Nay, whither so fast, friend? Dost canker thy soul with sordid business when all that be leal
men and true make holiday?
Mine affairs are mine own, they concern thee not, answered Canty, roughly; take away thy
hand and let me pass.
Sith that is thy humour, thoult not pass, till thoust drunk to the Prince of Wales, I tell thee
that, said the waterman, barring the way resolutely.
Give me the cup, then, and make speed, make speed!
Other revellers were interested by this time. They cried out
The loving-cup, the loving-cup! make the sour knave drink the loving-cup, else will we feed
him to the fishes.
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So a huge loving-cup was brought; the waterman, grasping it by one of its handles, and with the
other hand bearing up the end of an imaginary napkin, presented it in due and ancient form to
Canty, who had to grasp the opposite handle with one of his hands and take off the lid with the
other, according to ancient custom. This left the Prince hand-free for a second, of course. He
wasted no time, but dived among the forest of legs about him and disappeared. In another
moment he could not have been harder to find, under that tossing sea of life, if its billows had
been the Atlantics and he a lost sixpence.
He very soon realised this fact, and straightway busied himself about his own affairs without
further thought of John Canty. He quickly realised another thing, too. To wit, that a spurious
Prince of Wales was being feasted by the city in his stead. He easily concluded that the pauper
lad, Tom Canty, had deliberately taken advantage of his stupendous opportunity and become a
usurper.
Therefore there was but one course to pursue find his way to the Guildhall, make himself known,
and denounce the impostor. He also made up his mind that Tom should be allowed a reasonable
time for spiritual preparation, and then be hanged, drawn and quartered, according to the law and
usage of the day in cases of high treason.

Chapter XI. At Guildhall
The royal barge, attended by its gorgeous fleet, took its stately way down the Thames through
the wilderness of illuminated boats. The air was laden with music; the river banks were beruffled
with joy-flames; the distant city lay in a soft luminous glow from its countless invisible bonfires;
above it rose many a slender spire into the sky, incrusted with sparkling lights, wherefore in their
remoteness they seemed like jewelled lances thrust aloft; as the fleet swept along, it was greeted
from the banks with a continuous hoarse roar of cheers and the ceaseless flash and boom of
artillery.
To Tom Canty, half buried in his silken cushions, these sounds and this spectacle were a wonder
unspeakably sublime and astonishing. To his little friends at his side, the Princess Elizabeth and
the Lady Jane Grey, they were nothing.
Arrived at the Dowgate, the fleet was towed up the limpid Walbrook (whose channel has now
been for two centuries buried out of sight under acres of buildings) to Bucklersbury, past houses
and under bridges populous with merry-makers and brilliantly lighted, and at last came to a halt
in a basin where now is Barge Yard, in the centre of the ancient city of London. Tom
disembarked, and he and his gallant procession crossed Cheapside and made a short march
through the Old Jewry and Basinghall Street to the Guildhall.
Tom and his little ladies were received with due ceremony by the Lord Mayor and the Fathers of
the City, in their gold chains and scarlet robes of state, and conducted to a rich canopy of state at
the head of the great hall, preceded by heralds making proclamation, and by the Mace and the
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City Sword. The lords and ladies who were to attend upon Tom and his two small friends took
their places behind their chairs.
At a lower table the Court grandees and other guests of noble degree were seated, with the
magnates of the city; the commoners took places at a multitude of tables on the main floor of the
hall. From their lofty vantage-ground the giants Gog and Magog, the ancient guardians of the
city, contemplated the spectacle below them with eyes grown familiar to it in forgotten
generations. There was a bugle-blast and a proclamation, and a fat butler appeared in a high
perch in the leftward wall, followed by his servitors bearing with impressive solemnity a royal
baron of beef, smoking hot and ready for the knife.
After grace, Tom (being instructed) rose and the whole house with him and drank from a portly
golden loving-cup with the Princess Elizabeth; from her it passed to the Lady Jane, and then
traversed the general assemblage. So the banquet began.
By midnight the revelry was at its height. Now came one of those picturesque spectacles so
admired in that old day. A description of it is still extant in the quaint wording of a chronicler
who witnessed it:
Space being made, presently entered a baron and an earl appareled after the Turkish fashion in
long robes of bawdkin powdered with gold; hats on their heads of crimson velvet, with great
rolls of gold, girded with two swords, called scimitars, hanging by great bawdricks of gold. Next
came yet another baron and another earl, in two long gowns of yellow satin, traversed with white
satin, and in every bend of white was a bend of crimson satin, after the fashion of Russia, with
furred hats of gray on their heads; either of them having an hatchet in their hands, and boots with
pykes (points a foot long), turned up. And after them came a knight, then the Lord High
Admiral, and with him five nobles, in doublets of crimson velvet, voyded low on the back and
before to the cannell-bone, laced on the breasts with chains of silver; and over that, short cloaks
of crimson satin, and on their heads hats after the dancers fashion, with pheasants feathers in
them. These were appareled after the fashion of Prussia. The torchbearers, which were about an
hundred, were appareled in crimson satin and green, like Moors, their faces black. Next came in
a mommarye. Then the minstrels, which were disguised, danced; and the lords and ladies did
wildly dance also, that it was a pleasure to behold.
And while Tom, in his high seat, was gazing upon this wild dancing, lost in admiration of the
dazzling commingling of kaleidoscopic colours which the whirling turmoil of gaudy figures
below him presented, the ragged but real little Prince of Wales was proclaiming his rights and his
wrongs, denouncing the impostor, and clamouring for admission at the gates of Guildhall! The
crowd enjoyed this episode prodigiously, and pressed forward and craned their necks to see the
small rioter. Presently they began to taunt him and mock at him, purposely to goad him into a
higher and still more entertaining fury. Tears of mortification sprang to his eyes, but he stood his
ground and defied the mob right royally. Other taunts followed, added mockings stung him, and
he exclaimed
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I tell ye again, you pack of unmannerly curs, I am the Prince of Wales! And all forlorn and
friendless as I be, with none to give me word of grace or help me in my need, yet will not I be
driven from my ground, but will maintain it!
Though thou be prince or no prince, tis all one, thou best a gallant lad, and not friendless
neither! Here stand I by thy side to prove it; and mind I tell thee thou mightst have a worser
friend than Miles Hendon and yet not tire thy legs with seeking. Rest thy small jaw, my child; I
talk the language of these base kennel-rats like to a very native.
The speaker was a sort of Don Caesar de Bazan in dress, aspect, and bearing. He was tall, trim-
built, muscular. His doublet and trunks were of rich material, but faded and threadbare, and their
gold-lace adornments were sadly tarnished; his ruff was rumpled and damaged; the plume in his
slouched hat was broken and had a bedraggled and disreputable look; at his side he wore a long
rapier in a rusty iron sheath; his swaggering carriage marked him at once as a ruffler of the camp.
The speech of this fantastic figure was received with an explosion of jeers and laughter. Some
cried, Tis another prince in disguise! Ware thy tongue, friend: belike he is dangerous!
Marry, he looketh it mark his eye! Pluck the lad from him to the horse-pond wi the cub!
Instantly a hand was laid upon the Prince, under the impulse of this happy thought; as instantly
the strangers long sword was out and the meddler went to the earth under a sounding thump
with the flat of it. The next moment a score of voices shouted, Kill the dog! Kill him! Kill him!
and the mob closed in on the warrior, who backed himself against a wall and began to lay about
him with his long weapon like a madman. His victims sprawled this way and that, but the mob-
tide poured over their prostrate forms and dashed itself against the champion with undiminished
fury. His moments seemed numbered, his destruction certain, when suddenly a trumpet-blast
sounded, a voice shouted, Way for the Kings messenger! and a troop of horsemen came
charging down upon the mob, who fled out of harms reach as fast as their legs could carry them.
The bold stranger caught up the Prince in his arms, and was soon far away from danger and the
multitude.
Return we within the Guildhall. Suddenly, high above the jubilant roar and thunder of the revel,
broke the clear peal of a bugle-note. There was instant silence a deep hush; then a single voice
rose that of the messenger from the palace and began to pipe forth a proclamation, the whole
multitude standing listening.
The closing words, solemnly pronounced, were
The King is dead!
The great assemblage bent their heads upon their breasts with one accord; remained so, in
profound silence, a few moments; then all sank upon their knees in a body, stretched out their
hands toward Tom, and a mighty shout burst forth that seemed to shake the building
Long live the King!
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Poor Toms dazed eyes wandered abroad over this stupefying spectacle, and finally rested
dreamily upon the kneeling princesses beside him, a moment, then upon the Earl of Hertford. A
sudden purpose dawned in his face. He said, in a low tone, at Lord Hertfords ear
Answer me truly, on thy faith and honour! Uttered I here a command, the which none but a king
might hold privilege and prerogative to utter, would such commandment be obeyed, and none
rise up to say me nay?
None, my liege, in all these realms. In thy person bides the majesty of England. Thou art the
king thy word is law.
Tom responded, in a strong, earnest voice, and with great animation
Then shall the kings law be law of mercy, from this day, and never more be law of blood! Up
from thy knees and away! To the Tower, and say the King decrees the Duke of Norfolk shall not
die!
The words were caught up and carried eagerly from lip to lip far and wide over the hall, and as
Hertford hurried from the presence, another prodigious shout burst forth
The reign of blood is ended! Long live Edward, King of England!

Chapter XII. The Prince and his deliverer
As soon as Miles Hendon and the little prince were clear of the mob, they struck down through
back lanes and alleys toward the river. Their way was unobstructed until they approached
London Bridge; then they ploughed into the multitude again, Hendon keeping a fast grip upon
the Princes no, the Kings wrist. The tremendous news was already abroad, and the boy learned
it from a thousand voices at once The King is dead! The tidings struck a chill to the heart of
the poor little waif, and sent a shudder through his frame. He realised the greatness of his loss,
and was filled with a bitter grief; for the grim tyrant who had been such a terror to others had
always been gentle with him. The tears sprang to his eyes and blurred all objects. For an instant
he felt himself the most forlorn, outcast, and forsaken of Gods creatures then another cry shook
the night with its far-reaching thunders: Long live King Edward the Sixth! and this made his
eyes kindle, and thrilled him with pride to his fingers ends. Ah, he thought, how grand and
strange it seems I am king!
Our friends threaded their way slowly through the throngs upon the bridge. This structure, which
had stood for six hundred years, and had been a noisy and populous thoroughfare all that time,
was a curious affair, for a closely packed rank of stores and shops, with family quarters
overhead, stretched along both sides of it, from one bank of the river to the other. The Bridge
was a sort of town to itself; it had its inn, its beer-houses, its bakeries, its haberdasheries, its food
markets, its manufacturing industries, and even its church. It looked upon the two neighbours
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which it linked together London and Southwark as being well enough as suburbs, but not
otherwise particularly important. It was a close corporation, so to speak; it was a narrow town, of
a single street a fifth of a mile long, its population was but a village population and everybody in
it knew all his fellow-townsmen intimately, and had known their fathers and mothers before
them and all their little family affairs into the bargain. It had its aristocracy, of course its fine old
families of butchers, and bakers, and what-not, who had occupied the same old premises for five
or six hundred years, and knew the great history of the Bridge from beginning to end, and all its
strange legends; and who always talked bridgy talk, and thought bridgy thoughts, and lied in a
long, level, direct, substantial bridgy way. It was just the sort of population to be narrow and
ignorant and self-conceited. Children were born on the Bridge, were reared there, grew to old
age, and finally died without ever having set a foot upon any part of the world but London
Bridge alone. Such people would naturally imagine that the mighty and interminable procession
which moved through its street night and day, with its confused roar of shouts and cries, its
neighings and bellowing and bleatings and its muffled thunder-tramp, was the one great thing in
this world, and themselves somehow the proprietors of it. And so they were, in effect at least
they could exhibit it from their windows, and did for a consideration whenever a returning king
or hero gave it a fleeting splendour, for there was no place like it for affording a long, straight,
uninterrupted view of marching columns.
Men born and reared upon the Bridge found life unendurably dull and inane elsewhere. History
tells of one of these who left the Bridge at the age of seventy-one and retired to the country. But
he could only fret and toss in his bed; he could not go to sleep, the deep stillness was so painful,
so awful, so oppressive. When he was worn out with it, at last, he fled back to his old home, a
lean and haggard spectre, and fell peacefully to rest and pleasant dreams under the lulling music
of the lashing waters and the boom and crash and thunder of London Bridge.
In the times of which we are writing, the Bridge furnished object lessons in English history for
its children namely, the livid and decaying heads of renowned men impaled upon iron spikes
atop of its gateways. But we digress.
Hendons lodgings were in the little inn on the Bridge. As he neared the door with his small
friend, a rough voice said
So, thourt come at last! Thoult not escape again, I warrant thee; and if pounding thy bones to a
pudding can teach thee somewhat, thoult not keep us waiting another time, mayhap and John
Canty put out his hand to seize the boy.
Miles Hendon stepped in the way and said
Not too fast, friend. Thou art needlessly rough, methinks. What is the lad to thee?
If it be any business of thine to make and meddle in others affairs, he is my son.
Tis a lie! cried the little King, hotly.
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Boldly said, and I believe thee, whether thy small headpiece be sound or cracked, my boy. But
whether this scurvy ruffian be thy father or no, tis all one, he shall not have thee to beat thee and
abuse, according to his threat, so thou prefer to bide with me.
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 Hendon, I took this lad under my protection when a mob of such as thou would have
mishandled him, mayhap killed him; dost imagine I will desert him now to a worser fate? for
whether thou art his father or no and sooth to say, I think it is a lie a decent swift death were
better for such a lad than life in such brute hands as thine. So go thy ways, and set quick about it,
for I like not much bandying of words, being not over-patient in my nature.
John Canty moved off, muttering threats and curses, and was swallowed from sight in the crowd.
Hendon ascended three flights of stairs to his room, with his charge, after ordering a meal to be
sent thither. It was a poor apartment, with a shabby bed and some odds and ends of old furniture
in it, and was vaguely lighted by a couple of sickly candles. The little King dragged himself to
the bed and lay down upon it, almost exhausted with hunger and fatigue. He had been on his feet
a good part of a day and a night (for it was now two or three oclock in the morning), and had
eaten nothing meantime. He murmured drowsily
Prithee call me when the table is spread, and sank into a deep sleep immediately.
A smile twinkled in Hendons eye, and he said to himself
By the mass, the little beggar takes to ones quarters and usurps ones bed with as natural and
easy a grace as if he owned them with never a by-your-leave or so-please-it-you, or anything of
the sort. In his diseased ravings he called himself the Prince of Wales, and bravely doth he keep
up the character. Poor little friendless rat, doubtless his mind has been disordered with ill-usage.
Well, I will be his friend; I have saved him, and it draweth me strongly to him; already I love the
bold-tongued little rascal. How soldier-like he faced the smutty rabble and flung back his high
defiance! And what a comely, sweet and gentle face he hath, now that sleep hath conjured away
its troubles and its griefs. I will teach him; I will cure his malady; yea, I will be his elder brother,
and care for him and watch over him; and whoso would shame him or do him hurt may order his
shroud, for though I be burnt for it he shall need it!
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 boys form. Hendon muttered
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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.
He looked about for extra covering, but finding none, doffed his doublet and wrapped the lad in
it, saying, I am used to nipping air and scant apparel, tis little I shall mind the cold! then
walked up and down the room, to keep his blood in motion, soliloquising as before.
His injured mind persuades him he is Prince of Wales; twill be odd to have a Prince of Wales
still with us, now that he that was the prince is prince no more, but king for this poor mind is set
upon the one fantasy, and will not reason out that now it should cast by the prince and call itself
the king. . . If my father liveth still, after these seven years that I have heard nought from home in
my foreign dungeon, he will welcome the poor lad and give him generous shelter for my sake; so
will my good elder brother, Arthur; my other brother, Hugh but I will crack his crown an he
interfere, the fox-hearted, ill-conditioned animal! Yes, thither will we fare and straightway, too.
A servant entered with a smoking meal, disposed it upon a small deal table, placed the chairs,
and took his departure, leaving such cheap lodgers as these to wait upon themselves. The door
slammed after him, and the noise woke the boy, who sprang to a sitting posture, and shot a glad
glance about him; then a grieved look came into his face and he murmured to himself, with a
deep sigh, Alack, it was but a dream, woe is me! Next he noticed Miles Hendons 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
Well have a right hearty sup and bite, now, for everything is savoury and smoking hot, and that
and thy nap together will make thee a little man again, never fear!
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
Whats amiss?
Good sir, I would wash me.
Oh, is that all? Ask no permission of Miles Hendon for aught thou cravest. Make thyself
perfectly free here, and welcome, with all that are his belongings.
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
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Bless us, what is it?
Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words!
Hendon, suppressing a horse-laugh, and saying to himself, By all the saints, but this is
admirable! stepped briskly forward and did the small insolents 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 boys nose, and handed it to him without comment. He now proceeded to
comfort his own face with a wash, and while he was at it his adopted child seated himself at the
table and prepared to fall to. Hendon despatched his ablutions with alacrity, then drew back the
other chair and was about to place himself at table, when the boy said, indignantly
Forbear! Wouldst sit in the presence of the King?
This blow staggered Hendon to his foundations. He muttered to himself, Lo, the poor things
madness is up with the time! It hath changed with the great change that is come to the realm, and
now in fancy is he king! Good lack, I must humour the conceit, too there is no other way faith, he
would order me to the Tower, else!
And pleased with this jest, he removed the chair from the table, took his stand behind the King,
and proceeded to wait upon him in the courtliest way he was capable of.
While the King ate, the rigour of his royal dignity relaxed a little, and with his growing
contentment came a desire to talk. He said I think thou callest thyself Miles Hendon, if I heard
thee aright?
Yes, Sire, Miles replied; then observed to himself, If I must humour the poor lads madness, I
must Sire him, I must Majesty him, I must not go by halves, I must stick at nothing that
belongeth to the part I play, else shall I play it ill and work evil to this charitable and kindly
cause.
The King warmed his heart with a second glass of wine, and said I would know thee tell me thy
story. Thou hast a gallant way with thee, and a noble art nobly born?
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 Monks Holm in Kent.
The name has escaped my memory. Go on tell me thy 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, 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 fathers; and Hugh,
younger than I, a mean spirit, covetous, treacherous, vicious, underhanded a reptile. Such was he
from the cradle; such was he ten years past, when I last saw him a ripe rascal at nineteen, I being
twenty then, and Arthur twenty-two. There is none other of us but the Lady Edith, my cousin she
was sixteen then beautiful, gentle, good, the daughter of an earl, the last of her race, heiress of a
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great fortune and a lapsed title. My father was her guardian. I loved her and she loved me; but
she was betrothed to Arthur from the cradle, and Sir Richard would not suffer the contract to be
broken. Arthur loved another maid, and bade us be of good cheer and hold fast to the hope that
delay and luck together would some day give success to our several causes. Hugh loved the Lady
Ediths fortune, though in truth he said it was herself he loved but then twas his way, alway, to
say the one thing and mean the other. But he lost his arts upon the girl; he could deceive my
father, but none else. My father loved him best of us all, and trusted and believed him; for he was
the youngest child, and others hated him these qualities being in all ages sufficient to win a
parents dearest love; and he had a smooth persuasive tongue, with an admirable gift of lying and
these be qualities which do mightily assist a blind affection to cozen itself. I was wild in troth I
might go yet farther and say very wild, though twas a wildness of an innocent sort, since it hurt
none but me, brought shame to none, nor loss, nor had in it any taint of crime or baseness, or
what might not beseem mine honourable degree.
Yet did my brother Hugh turn these faults to good account he seeing that our brother Arthurs
health was but indifferent, and hoping the worst might work him profit were I swept out of the
path so but twere a long tale, good my liege, and little worth the telling. Briefly, then, this
brother did deftly magnify my faults and make them crimes; ending his base work with finding a
silken ladder in mine apartments conveyed thither by his own means and did convince my father
by this, and suborned evidence of servants and other lying knaves, that I was minded to carry off
my Edith and marry with her in rank defiance of his will.
Three years of banishment from home and England might make a soldier and a man of me, my
father said, and teach me some degree of wisdom. I fought out my long probation in the
continental wars, tasting sumptuously of hard knocks, privation, and adventure; but in my last
battle I was taken captive, and during the seven years that have waxed and waned since then, a
foreign dungeon hath harboured me. Through wit and courage I won to the free air at last, and
fled hither straight; and am but just arrived, right poor in purse and raiment, and poorer still in
knowledge of what these dull seven years have wrought at Hendon Hall, its people and
belongings. So please you, sir, my meagre tale is told.
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 Miless 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! ay, made whole and sound then will he make himself a name and proud shall I be to say,
Yes, he is mine I took him, a homeless little ragamuffin, but I saw what was in him, and I said
his name would be heard some day behold him, observe him was I right?
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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 compass of my royal power, it is
thine.
This fantastic suggestion startled Hendon out of his reverie. He was about to thank the King and
put the matter aside with saying he had only done his duty and desired no reward, but a wiser
thought came into his head, and he asked leave to be silent a few moments and consider the
gracious offer an idea which the King gravely approved, remarking that it was best to be not too
hasty with a thing of such great import.
Miles reflected during some moments, then said to himself, Yes, that is the thing to do by any
other means it were impossible to get at it and certes, this hours 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 subjects simple duty, and therefore hath no
merit; but since your Majesty is pleased to hold it worthy some reward, I take heart of grace to
make petition to this effect. Near four hundred years ago, as your grace knoweth, there being ill
blood betwixt John, King of England, and the King of France, it was decreed that two champions
should fight together in the lists, and so settle the dispute by what is called the arbitrament of
God. These two kings, and the Spanish king, being assembled to witness and judge the conflict,
the French champion appeared; but so redoubtable was he, that our English knights refused to
measure weapons with him. So the matter, which was a weighty one, was like to go against the
English monarch by default. Now in the Tower lay the Lord de Courcy, the mightiest arm in
England, stripped of his honours and possessions, and wasting with long captivity. Appeal was
made to him; he gave assent, and came forth arrayed for battle; but no sooner did the Frenchman
glimpse his huge frame and hear his famous name but he fled away, and the French kings cause
was lost. King John restored De Courcys titles and possessions, and said, Name thy wish and
thou shalt have it, though it cost me half my kingdom; whereat De Courcy, kneeling, as I do
now, made answer, This, then, I ask, my liege; that I and my successors may have and hold the
privilege of remaining covered in the presence of the kings of England, henceforth while the
throne shall last. The boon was granted, as your Majesty knoweth; and there hath been no time,
these four hundred years, that that line has failed of an heir; and so, even unto this day, the head
of that ancient house still weareth his hat or helm before the Kings 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 Hendons
sword rise, and seat thyself. Thy petition is granted. Whilst England remains, and the crown
continues, 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 wrought me a mighty deliverance; my legs are
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grievously wearied. An I had not thought of that, I must have had to stand for weeks, till my poor
lads wits are cured. After a little, he went on, And so I am become a knight of the Kingdom of
Dreams and Shadows! A most odd and strange position, truly, for one so matter-of-fact as I. I
will not laugh no, God forbid, for this thing which is so substanceless to me is Real to him. And
to me, also, in one way, it is not a falsity, for it reflects with truth the sweet and generous spirit
that is in him. After a pause: Ah, what if he should call me by my fine title before folk! thered
be a merry contrast betwixt my glory and my raiment! But no matter, let him call me what he
will, so it please him; I shall be content.

Chapter XIII. The disappearance of the
Prince
A heavy drowsiness presently fell upon the two comrades. The King said
Remove these rags meaning his clothing.
Hendon disapparelled the boy without dissent or remark, tucked him up in bed, then glanced
about the room, saying to himself, ruefully, He hath taken my bed again, as before marry, what
shall I do? The little King observed his perplexity, and dissipated it with a word. He said,
sleepily
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 playeth the
part to a marvel.
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 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 business outside, but will presently
return; sleep thou again thou needest it. There let me cover thy head also thoult 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
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suit of boys clothing, of cheap material, and showing signs of wear; but tidy, and suited to the
season of the year. He seated himself, and began to overhaul his purchase, mumbling to himself
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 a
stitch here and another one there will set it aright. This other is better, albeit a stitch or two will
not come amiss in it, likewise . . . These be very good and sound, and will keep his small feet
warm and dry an odd new thing to him, belike, since he has doubtless been used to foot it bare,
winters and summers the same . . . Would thread were bread, seeing one getteth a years
sufficiency for a farthing, and such a brave big needle without cost, for mere love. Now shall I
have the demons own time to thread it!
And so he had. He did as men have always done, and probably always will do, to the end of time
held the needle still, and tried to thrust the thread through the eye, which is the opposite of a
womans way. Time and time again the thread missed the mark, going sometimes on one side of
the needle, sometimes on the other, sometimes doubling up against the shaft; but he was patient,
having been through these experiences before, when he was soldiering. He succeeded at last, and
took up the garment that had lain waiting, meantime, across his lap, and began his work.
The inn is paid the breakfast that is to come, included and there is wherewithal left to buy a
couple of donkeys and meet our little costs for the two or three days betwixt this and the plenty
that awaits us at Hendon Hall
She loved her hus
Body o me! I have driven the needle under my nail! . . . It matters little tis not a novelty yet
tis not a convenience, neither . . .We shall be merry there, little one, never doubt it! Thy troubles
will vanish there, and likewise thy sad distemper
She loved her husband dearilee, But another man
These be noble large stitches! holding the garment up and viewing it admiringly they have a
grandeur and a majesty that do cause these small stingy ones of the tailor-man to look mightily
paltry and plebeian
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 Southwark and be pleased to rise, my liege! he answereth not what ho, my liege! of a truth
must I profane his sacred person with a touch, sith his slumber is deaf to speech. What!
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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
wards ragged raiment was also missing; then he began to rage and storm and shout for the
innkeeper. At that moment a servant entered with the breakfast.
Explain, thou limb of Satan, or thy time is come! roared the man of war, and made so savage a
spring toward the waiter that this latter could not find his tongue, for the instant, for fright and
surprise. Where is the boy?
In disjointed and trembling syllables the man gave the information desired.
You were hardly gone from the place, your worship, when a youth came running and said it was
your worships will that the boy come to you straight, at the bridge-end on the Southwark side. I
brought him hither; and when he woke the lad and gave his message, the lad did grumble some
little for being disturbed so early, as he called it, but straightway trussed on his rags and went
with the youth, only saying it had been better manners that your worship came yourself, not sent
a stranger and so
And so thourt a fool! a fool and easily cozened hang all thy breed! Yet mayhap no hurt is done.
Possibly no harm is meant the boy. I will go fetch him. Make the table ready. Stay! the coverings
of the bed were disposed as if one lay beneath them happened that by accident?
I know not, good your worship. I saw the youth meddle with them he that came for the boy.
Thousand deaths! Twas done to deceive me tis plain twas done to gain time. Hark ye! Was
that youth alone?
All alone, your worship.
Art sure?
Sure, your worship.
Collect thy scattered wits bethink thee take time, man.
After a moments 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 then? out with it! thundered the impatient Hendon, 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 the scrivener had ordered was forgot, though I take
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all the saints to witness that to blame me for that miscarriage were like holding the unborn babe
to judgment for sins com
Out of my sight, idiot! Thy prating drives me mad! Hold! Whither art flying? Canst not bide
still an instant? Went they toward Southwark?
Even so, your worship for, as I said before, as to that detestable joint, the babe unborn is no
whit more blameless than
Art here yet! And prating still! Vanish, lest I throttle thee! The servitor vanished. Hendon
followed after him, passed him, and plunged down the stairs two steps at a stride, muttering,
Tis that scurvy villain that claimed he was his son. I have lost thee, my poor little mad master it
is a bitter thought and I had come to love thee so! No! by book and bell, not lost! Not lost, for I
will ransack the land till I find thee again. Poor child, yonder is his breakfast and mine, but I
have no hunger now; so, let the rats have it speed, speed! that is the word! As he wormed his
swift way through the noisy multitudes upon the Bridge he several times said to himself clinging
to the thought as if it were a particularly pleasing one He grumbled, but he went he went, yes,
because he thought Miles Hendon asked it, sweet lad he would neer have done it for another, I
know it well.

Chapter XIV. Le Roi est mort vive l 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 analyse his confused thoughts and
impressions, and get some sort of meaning out of them; then suddenly he burst out in a rapturous
but guarded voice
I see it all, I see it all! Now God be thanked, I am indeed awake at last! Come, joy! vanish,
sorrow! Ho, Nan! Bet! kick off your straw and hie ye hither to my side, till I do pour into your
unbelieving ears the wildest madcap dream that ever the spirits of night did conjure up to
astonish the soul of man withal! . . . Ho, Nan, I say! Bet!
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
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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 playing, all alone, in the fair meadow called Goodmans 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 distresses shall end, for the day of thy
reward is come. Dig here every seventh day, and thou shalt find always the same treasure, twelve
bright new pennies. Tell none keep the secret.
Then the dwarf vanished, and Tom flew to Offal Court with his prize, saying to himself, Every
night will I give my father a penny; he will think I begged it, it will glad his heart, and I shall no
more be beaten. One penny every week the good priest that teacheth me shall have; mother, Nan,
and Bet the other four. We be done with hunger and rags, now, done with fears and frets and
savage usage.
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 mothers lap and cried out
They are for thee! all of them, every one! for thee and Nan and 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 his eyes the richly clad First Lord of the Bedchamber was kneeling by his couch. The
gladness of the lying dream faded away the poor boy recognised that he was still a captive and a
king. The room was filled with courtiers clothed in purple mantles the mourning colour and with
noble servants of the monarch. Tom sat up in bed and gazed out from the heavy silken curtains
upon this fine company.
The weighty business of dressing began, and one courtier after another knelt and paid his court
and offered to the little King his condolences upon his heavy loss, whilst the dressing proceeded.
In the beginning, a shirt was taken up by the Chief Equerry in Waiting, who passed it to the First
Lord of the Buckhounds, who passed it to the Second Gentleman of the Bedchamber, who
passed it to the Head Ranger of Windsor Forest, who passed it to the Third Groom of the Stole,
who passed it to the Chancellor Royal of the Duchy of Lancaster, who passed it to the Master of
the Wardrobe, who passed it to Norroy King-at-Arms, who passed it to the Constable of the
Tower, who passed it to the Chief Steward of the Household, who passed it to the Hereditary
Grand Diaperer, who passed it to the Lord High Admiral of England, who passed it to the
Archbishop of Canterbury, who passed it to the First Lord of the Bedchamber, who took what
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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 end of the
matter was drawing near. But he exulted too soon. The First Lord of the Bedchamber received
the hose and was about to encase Toms legs in them, when a sudden flush invaded his face and
he hurriedly hustled the things back into the hands of the Archbishop of Canterbury with an
astounded look and a whispered, See, my lord! pointing to a something connected with the
hose. The Archbishop paled, then flushed, and passed the hose to the Lord High Admiral,
whispering, See, my lord! The Admiral passed the hose to the Hereditary Grand Diaperer, and
had hardly breath enough in his body to ejaculate, See, my lord! The hose drifted backward
along the line, to the Chief Steward of the Household, the Constable of the Tower, Norroy King-
at-Arms, the Master of the Wardrobe, the Chancellor Royal of the Duchy of Lancaster, the Third
Groom of the Stole, the Head Ranger of Windsor Forest, the Second Gentleman of the
Bedchamber, the First Lord of the Buckhounds, accompanied always with that amazed and
frightened See! see! till they finally reached the hands of the Chief Equerry in Waiting, who
gazed a moment, with a pallid face, upon what had caused all this dismay, then hoarsely
whispered, Body of my life, a tag gone from a truss-point! to the Tower with the Head Keeper
of the Kings Hose! after which he leaned upon the shoulder of the First Lord of the
Buckhounds to regather his vanished strength whilst fresh hose, without any damaged strings to
them, were brought.
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 masters 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 bearing gilt battle-axes, to the throne-room, where he
proceeded to transact business of state. His uncle, Lord Hertford, took his stand by the throne,
to assist the royal mind with wise counsel.
The body of illustrious men named by the late King as his executors appeared, to ask Toms
approval of certain acts of theirs rather a form, and yet not wholly a form, since there was no
Protector as yet. The Archbishop of Canterbury made report of the decree of the Council of
Executors concerning the obsequies of his late most illustrious Majesty, and finished by reading
the signatures of the Executors, to wit: the Archbishop of Canterbury; the Lord Chancellor of
England; William Lord St. John; John Lord Russell; Edward Earl of Hertford; John Viscount
Lisle; Cuthbert Bishop of Durham
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Tom was not listening an earlier clause of the document was puzzling him. At this point he
turned and whispered to Lord Hertford
What day did he say the burial hath been appointed for?
The sixteenth of the coming 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 Kings 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 your 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 Kings household, which had amounted to 28,000 pounds during the preceding six
months a sum so vast that it made Tom Canty gasp; he gasped again when the fact appeared that
20,000 pounds of this money was still owing and unpaid; and once more when it appeared that
the Kings 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 standeth over against the fish-
market, by Billingsgate
A sharp pressure upon Toms arm stopped his foolish tongue and sent a blush to his face; but no
countenance there betrayed any sign that this strange speech had been remarked or given
concern.
A secretary made report that forasmuch as the late King had provided in his will for conferring
the ducal degree upon the Earl of Hertford and raising his brother, Sir Thomas Seymour, to the
peerage, and likewise Hertfords son to an earldom, together with similar aggrandisements to
other great servants of the Crown, the Council had resolved to hold a sitting on the 16th of
February for the delivering and confirming of these honours, and that meantime, the late King
not having granted, in writing, estates suitable to the support of these dignities, the Council,
knowing his private wishes in that regard, had thought proper to grant to Seymour 500 pound
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lands, and to Hertfords son 800 pound lands, and 300 pound of the next bishops lands which
should fall vacant, his present Majesty being willing.
Tom was about to blurt out something about the propriety of paying the late Kings debts first,
before squandering all this money, but a timely touch upon his arm, from the thoughtful
Hertford, saved him this indiscretion; wherefore he gave the royal assent, without spoken
comment, but with much inward discomfort. While he sat reflecting a moment over the ease with
which he was doing strange and glittering miracles, a happy thought shot into his mind: why not
make his mother Duchess of Offal Court, and give her an estate? But a sorrowful thought swept
it instantly away: he was only a king in name, these grave veterans and great nobles were his
masters; to them his mother was only the creature of a diseased mind; they would simply listen
to his project with unbelieving ears, then send for the doctor.
The dull work went tediously on. Petitions were read, and proclamations, patents, and all manner
of wordy, repetitious, and wearisome papers relating to the public business; and at last Tom
sighed pathetically and murmured to himself, In what have I offended, that the good God
should take me away from the fields and the free air and the sunshine, to shut me up here and
make me a king and afflict me so? Then his poor muddled head nodded a while and presently
drooped to his shoulder; and the business of the empire came to a standstill for want of that
august factor, the ratifying power. Silence ensued around the slumbering child, and the sages of
the realm ceased from their deliberations.
During the forenoon, Tom had an enjoyable hour, by permission of his keepers, Hertford and St.
John, with the Lady Elizabeth and the little Lady Jane Grey; though the spirits of the princesses
were rather subdued by the mighty stroke that had fallen upon the royal house; and at the end of
the visit his elder sister afterwards the Bloody Mary of history chilled him with a solemn
interview which had but one merit in his eyes, its brevity. He had a few moments to himself, and
then a slim lad of about twelve years of age was admitted to his presence, whose clothing, except
his snowy ruff and the laces about his wrists, was of black, doublet, hose, and all. He bore no
badge of mourning but a knot of purple ribbon on his shoulder. He advanced hesitatingly, with
head bowed and bare, and dropped upon one knee in front of Tom. Tom sat still and
contemplated him soberly a moment. Then he said
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 whipping-boy.
My whipping-boy?
The same, your Grace. I am Humphrey Humphrey Marlow.
Tom perceived that here was someone whom his keepers ought to have posted him about. The
situation was delicate. What should he do? pretend he knew this lad, and then betray by his every
utterance that he had never heard of him before? No, that would not do. An idea came to his
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relief: accidents like this might be likely to happen with some frequency, now that business
urgencies would often call Hertford and St. John from his side, they being members of the
Council of Executors; therefore perhaps it would be well to strike out a plan himself to meet the
requirements of such emergencies. Yes, that would be a wise course he would practise on this
boy, and see what sort of success he might achieve. So he stroked his brow perplexedly a
moment or two, and presently said
Now I seem to remember thee somewhat but my wit is clogged and dim with suffering
Alack, my poor master! ejaculated the whipping-boy, with feeling; adding, to himself, In
truth tis as they said his mind is gone alas, poor soul! But misfortune catch me, how am I
forgetting! They said one must not seem to observe that aught is wrong with him.
Tis strange how my memory doth wanton with me these days, said Tom. But mind it not I
mend apace a little clue doth often serve to bring me back again the things and names which had
escaped me. (And not they, only, forsooth, but een such as I neer 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 for
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 teachest me in private then if I fail, he argueth that thy office was
lamely done, and
Oh, my liege, what words are these? I, the humblest of thy servants, 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, theres 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.
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Tom stared at the tranquil boy, observing to himself, Lo, it is a wonderful thing, a most strange
and curious trade; I marvel they have not hired a boy to take my combings and my dressings for
me would heaven they would! an they will do this thing, I will take my lashings in mine own
person, giving God thanks for the change. Then he said aloud
And hast thou been beaten, poor friend, according to the promise?
No, good your Majesty, my punishment was appointed for this day, and peradventure it may be
annulled, as unbefitting the season of mourning that is come upon us; I know not, and so have
made bold to come hither and remind your Grace about your gracious promise to intercede in my
behalf
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.
Oh, 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 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 thoult need no whipping-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 permanent in thee and thy line for
ever. Then he struck the boy a light blow on the shoulder with the flat of his sword, exclaiming,
Rise, Humphrey Marlow, Hereditary Grand Whipping-Boy to the Royal House of England!
Banish sorrow I will betake me to my books again, and study so ill that they must in justice
treble thy wage, so mightily shall the business of thine office be augmented.
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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
Toms cure; for always, as soon as he had finished calling back to Toms diseased mind the
various particulars of his experiences and adventures in the royal school-room and elsewhere
about the palace, he noticed that Tom was then able to recall the circumstances quite clearly. At
the end of an hour Tom found himself well freighted with very valuable information concerning
personages and matters pertaining to the Court; so he resolved to draw instruction from this
source daily; and to this end he would give order to admit Humphrey to the royal closet
whenever he might come, provided the Majesty of England was not engaged with other people.
Humphrey had hardly been dismissed when my Lord Hertford arrived with more trouble for
Tom.
He said that the Lords of the Council, fearing that some overwrought report of the Kings
damaged health might have leaked out and got abroad, they deemed it wise and best that his
Majesty should begin to dine in public after a day or two his wholesome complexion and
vigorous step, assisted by a carefully guarded repose of manner and ease and grace of
demeanour, would more surely quiet the general pulse in case any evil rumours had gone about
than any other scheme that could be devised.
Then the Earl proceeded, very delicately, to instruct Tom as to the observances proper to the
stately occasion, under the rather thin disguise of reminding him concerning things already
known to him; but to his vast gratification it turned out that Tom needed very little help in this
line he had been making use of Humphrey in that direction, for Humphrey had mentioned that
within a few days he was to begin to dine in public; having gathered it from the swift-winged
gossip of the Court. Tom kept these facts to himself, however.
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 Humphreys 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 your memory yet a little further, it will
resolve the puzzle of the Great Seal a loss which was of moment yesterday, although of none to-
day, since its term of service ended with our late lords life. May it please your Grace to make
the trial?
Tom was at sea a Great Seal was something which he was totally unacquainted with. After a
moments hesitation he looked up innocently and asked
What was it like, my lord?
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The Earl started, almost imperceptibly, muttering to himself, Alack, his wits are flown again! it
was ill wisdom to lead him on to strain them then he deftly turned the talk to other matters, with
the purpose of sweeping the unlucky seal out of Toms 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 splendours of the scene delighted his eye and fired his
imagination at first, but the audience was long and dreary, and so were most of the addresses
wherefore, what began as a pleasure grew into weariness and home-sickness by-and-by. Tom
said the words which Hertford put into his mouth from time to time, and tried hard to acquit
himself satisfactorily, but he was too new to such things, and too ill at ease to accomplish more
than a tolerable success. He looked sufficiently like a king, but he was ill able to feel like one. He
was cordially glad when the ceremony was ended.
The larger part of his day was wasted as he termed it, in his own mind in labours pertaining to
his royal office. Even the two hours devoted to certain princely pastimes and recreations were
rather a burden to him than otherwise, they were so fettered by restrictions and ceremonious
observances. However, he had a private hour with his whipping-boy which he counted clear
gain, since he got both entertainment and needful information out of it.
The third day of Tom Cantys kingship came and went much as the others had done, but there
was a lifting of his cloud in one way he felt less uncomfortable than at first; he was getting a
little used to his circumstances and surroundings; his chains still galled, but not all the time; he
found that the presence and homage of the great afflicted and embarrassed him less and less
sharply with every hour that drifted over his head.
But for one single dread, he could have seen the fourth day approach without serious distress the
dining in public; it was to begin that day. There were greater matters in the programme for on
that day he would have to preside at a council which would take his views and commands
concerning the policy to be pursued toward various foreign nations scattered far and near over
the great globe; on that day, too, Hertford would be formally chosen to the grand office of Lord
Protector; other things of note were appointed for that fourth day, also; but to Tom they were all
insignificant compared with the ordeal of dining all by himself with a multitude of curious eyes
fastened upon him and a multitude of mouths whispering comments upon his performance, and
upon his mistakes, if he should be so unlucky as to make any.
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.
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Late in the forenoon he was in a large audience-chamber, conversing with the Earl of Hertford
and dully awaiting the striking of the hour appointed for a visit of ceremony from a considerable
number of great officials and courtiers.
After a little while, Tom, who had wandered to a window and become interested in the life and
movement of the great highway beyond the palace gates and not idly interested, but longing with
all his heart to take part in person in its stir and freedom saw the van of a hooting and shouting
mob of disorderly men, women, and children of the lowest and poorest degree approaching from
up the road.
I would I knew what tis about! he exclaimed, with all a boys curiosity in such happenings.
Thou art the King! solemnly responded the Earl, with a reverence. Have I your Graces leave
to act?
O blithely, yes! O gladly, yes! exclaimed Tom excitedly, adding to himself with a lively sense
of satisfaction, In truth, being a king is not all dreariness it hath its compensations and
conveniences.
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 occasion of its movement. By the
Kings 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! The thought wrung Toms heart-strings.
The spirit of compassion took control of him, to the exclusion of all other considerations; he
never thought of the offended laws, or of the grief or loss which these three criminals had
inflicted upon their victims; he could think of nothing but the scaffold and the grisly fate hanging
over the heads of the condemned. His concern made him even forget, for the moment, that he
was but the false shadow of a king, not the substance; and before he knew it he had blurted out
the command
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 command. Tom experienced a glow of pride and a
renewed sense of the compensating advantages of the kingly office. He said to himself, Truly it
is like what I was used to feel when I read the old priests tales, and did imagine mine own self a
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prince, giving law and command 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 forbore 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 kings guard.
The civil officer knelt before Tom, then stood aside; the three doomed persons knelt, also, and
remained so; the guard took position behind Toms chair. Tom scanned the prisoners curiously.
Something about the dress or appearance of the man had stirred a vague memory in him.
Methinks I have seen this man ere now . . . but the when or the where fail me such was Toms
thought. Just then the man glanced quickly up and quickly dropped his face again, not being able
to endure the awful port of sovereignty; but the one full glimpse of the face which Tom got was
sufficient. He said to himself: Now is the matter clear; this is the stranger that plucked Giles
Witt out of the Thames, and saved his life, that windy, bitter, first day of the New Year a brave
good deed pity he hath been doing baser ones and got himself in this sad case . . . I have not
forgot the day, neither the hour; by reason that an hour after, upon the stroke of eleven, I did get
a hiding by the hand of Gammer Canty which was of so goodly and admired severity that all that
went before or followed after it were but fondlings and caresses by comparison.
Tom now ordered that the woman and the girl be removed from the presence for a little time;
then addressed himself to the under-sheriff, saying
Good sir, what is this mans offence?
The officer knelt, and answered
So please your Majesty, he hath taken the life of a subject by poison.
Toms 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!
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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 in mine extremity I beg a
boon, for my doom is more than I can bear. A grace, a grace, my lord the King! in thy royal
compassion grant my prayer give commandment that I be hanged!
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 death.
The prisoner bowed his face to the ground and burst into passionate 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 mans 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, covering his eyes with his hands to
shut out the picture. I beseech your good lordship that order be taken to change this law oh, let
no more poor creatures be visited with its tortures.
The Earls 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 Graces noble words have sealed its doom. History will remember it to the honour
of your royal house.
The under-sheriff was about to remove his prisoner; Tom gave him a sign to wait; then he said
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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 Kings grace please, it did appear upon the trial that this man entered into a house in the
hamlet of Islington where one lay sick three witnesses say it was at ten of the clock in the
morning, and two say it was some minutes later the sick man being alone at the time, and
sleeping and presently the man came forth again and went his way. The sick man died within the
hour, being torn with spasms and retchings.
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 recognised 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 man would die by poison and more, that a stranger would give it a stranger with brown
hair and clothed in a worn and common garb; and surely this prisoner doth answer woundily to
the bill. Please your Majesty to give the circumstance that solemn weight which is its due, seeing
it was foretold.
This was an argument of tremendous force in that superstitious day. Tom felt that the thing was
settled; if evidence was worth anything, this poor fellows 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 King. I am innocent, yet cannot I make it appear. I have no friends,
else might I show that I was not in Islington that day; so also might I show that at that hour they
name I was above a league away, seeing I was at Wapping Old Stairs; yea more, my King, for I
could show, that whilst they say I was taking life, I was saving it. A drowning boy
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
Let the prisoner go free it is the Kings will!
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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 admiration swept through the assemblage. It was not admiration of the decree that
had been delivered by Tom, for the propriety or expediency of pardoning a convicted poisoner
was a thing which few there would have felt justified in either admitting or admiring no, the
admiration was for the intelligence and spirit which Tom had displayed. Some of the low-voiced
remarks were to this effect
This is no 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, Toms 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 mischief the woman and the little girl could have been
about; so, by his command, the two terrified and sobbing creatures were brought before him.
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 who did this wicked thing. Still, he was not
going to deny himself the pleasure of feeding his curiosity for all that; so he asked
Where was this done? and when?
On a midnight in December, in a ruined church, your Majesty.
Tom shuddered again.
Who was there present?
Only these two, your grace and that other.
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Have these confessed?
Nay, not so, sire they do deny it.
Then prithee, how was it known?
Certain witness did see them wending thither, good your Majesty; this bred the suspicion, and
dire effects have since confirmed and justified it. In particular, it is in evidence that through the
wicked power so obtained, they did invoke and bring about a storm that wasted all the region
round about. Above forty witnesses have proved the storm; and sooth one might have had a
thousand, for all had reason to remember it, sith all had suffered by it.
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 childs, argueth that she is mad; if she is
mad she knoweth not what she doth, therefore sinneth not.
The elderly heads nodded recognition of Toms wisdom once more, and one individual
murmured, An the King be mad himself, according to report, then is it a madness of a sort that
would improve the sanity of some I wot of, if by the gentle providence of God they could but
catch it.
What age hath the child? asked Tom.
Nine years, please your Majesty.
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.
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It seemeth a rude unchristian thing, and ill contrived, that English law denieth privileges to
Englishmen to waste them on the devil! cried Tom, with honest heat.
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 Toms originality as well as progress toward mental
health.
The elder culprit had ceased from sobbing, and was hanging upon Toms 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
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 assemblage, and a general, though
unexpressed, desire to get out of the place all of which was lost upon Tom, who was dead to
everything but the proposed cataclysm. Seeing a puzzled and astonished look in the womans
face, he added, excitedly
Never fear thou shalt be blameless. More thou shalt go free none shall touch thee. Exert thy
power.
Oh, 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 Kings 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 childs life alone, and be content to lose her own, if by obedience
to the Kings command so precious a grace might be acquired.
Tom urged the woman still adhered to her declarations. Finally he said
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I think the woman hath said true. An my mother were in her place and gifted with the devils
functions, she had not stayed a moment to call her storms and lay the whole land in ruins, if the
saving of my forfeit life were the price she got! It is argument that other mothers are made in like
mould. Thou art free, goodwife thou and thy child for I do think thee innocent. Now thoust
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 discomfort and uneasiness. The woman stripped her own feet and her little
girls also, and plainly did her best to reward the Kings generosity 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 departed out of thee. Go thy way in
peace; and if it return to thee at any time, forget me not, but fetch me a storm.

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 mornings experiences had wonderfully built up his confidence;
the poor little ash-cat was already more wonted to his strange garret, after four days habit, than a
mature person could have become in a full month. A childs 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 Toms table. Now
let the ancient chronicler speak:
A gentleman enters the room bearing a rod, and along with him another bearing a tablecloth,
which, after they have both kneeled three times with the utmost veneration, he spreads upon the
table, and after kneeling again they both retire; then come two others, one with the rod again, the
other with a salt-cellar, a plate, and bread; when they have kneeled as the others had done, and
placed what was brought upon the table, they too retire with the same ceremonies performed by
the first; at last come two nobles, richly clothed, one bearing a tasting-knife, who, after
prostrating themselves three times in the most graceful manner, approach and rub the table with
bread and salt, with as much awe as if the King had been present.
So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing corridors we hear a bugle-blast, and
the indistinct cry, Place for the King! Way for the Kings most excellent majesty! These
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sounds are momently repeated they grow nearer and nearer and presently, almost in our faces,
the martial note peals and the cry rings out, Way for the King! At this instant the shining
pageant appears, and files in at the door, with a measured march. Let the chronicler speak again:
First come Gentlemen, Barons, Earls, Knights of the Garter, all richly dressed and bareheaded;
next comes the Chancellor, between two, one of which carries the royal sceptre, the other the
Sword of State in a red scabbard, studded with golden fleurs-de-lis, the point upwards; next
comes the King himself whom, upon his appearing, twelve trumpets and many drums salute with
a great burst of welcome, whilst all in the galleries rise in their places, crying God save the
King! After him come nobles attached to his person, and on his right and left march his guard of
honour, his fifty Gentlemen Pensioners, with gilt battle-axes.
This was all fine and pleasant. Toms pulse beat high, and a glad light was in his eye. He bore
himself right gracefully, and all the more so because he was not thinking of how he was doing it,
his mind being charmed and occupied with the blithe sights and sounds about him and besides,
nobody can be very ungraceful in nicely-fitting beautiful clothes after he has grown a little used
to them especially if he is for the moment unconscious of them. Tom remembered his
instructions, and acknowledged his greeting with a slight inclination of his plumed head, and a
courteous I thank ye, my good people.
He seated himself at table, without removing his cap; and did it without the least embarrassment;
for to eat with ones cap on was the one solitary royal custom upon which the kings and the
Cantys met upon common ground, neither party having any advantage over the other in the
matter of old familiarity with it. The pageant broke up and grouped itself picturesquely, and
remained bareheaded.
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 Yeomen of the Guard entered, bareheaded, clothed in scarlet, with golden roses upon their
backs; and these went and came, bringing in each turn a course of dishes, served in plate. These
dishes were received by a gentleman in the same order they were brought, and placed upon the
table, while the taster gave to each guard a mouthful to eat of the particular dish he had brought,
for fear of any poison.
Tom made a good dinner, notwithstanding he was conscious that hundreds of eyes followed each
morsel to his mouth and watched him eat it with an interest which could not have been more
intense if it had been a deadly explosive and was expected to blow him up and scatter him all
about the place. He was careful not to hurry, and equally careful not to do anything whatever for
himself, but wait till the proper official knelt down and did it for him. He got through without a
mistake flawless and precious triumph.
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
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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 Southwark end of the bridge, keeping a sharp look-out
for the persons he sought, and hoping and expecting to overtake them presently. He was
disappointed in this, however. By asking questions, he was enabled to track them part of the way
through Southwark; then all traces ceased, and he was perplexed as to how to proceed. Still, he
continued his efforts as best he could during the rest of the day. Nightfall found him leg-weary,
half-famished, and his desire as far from accomplishment as ever; so he supped at the Tabard Inn
and went to bed, resolved to make an early start in the morning, and give the town an exhaustive
search. As he lay thinking and planning, he presently began to reason thus: The boy would
escape from the ruffian, his reputed father, if possible; would he go back to London and seek his
former haunts? No, he would not do that, he would avoid recapture. What, then, would he do?
Never having had a friend in the world, or a protector, until he met Miles Hendon, he would
naturally try to find that friend again, provided the effort did not require him to go toward
London and danger. He would strike for Hendon Hall, that is what he would do, for he knew
Hendon was homeward bound and there he might expect to find him. Yes, the case was plain to
Hendon he must lose no more time in Southwark, but move at once through Kent, toward
Monks 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 Hendons 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
Thoult tarry here, and thy friend lying wounded in the wood yonder? So be it, then.
The Kings 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 dukes son he shall rue it!
It was some distance to the wood, but the space was speedily traversed. The youth looked about
him, discovered a bough sticking in the ground, with a small bit of rag tied to it, then led the way
into the forest, watching for similar boughs and finding them at intervals; they were evidently
guides to the point he was aiming at. By-and-by an open place was reached, where were the
charred remains of a farm-house, and near them a barn which was falling to ruin and decay.
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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?
A mocking laugh was his answer. The King was in a rage in a moment; he seized a billet of
wood and was in the act of charging upon the youth when another mocking laugh fell upon his
ear. It was from the lame ruffian who had been following at a distance. The King turned and said
angrily
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 measured 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 it is well to
practise thy tongue to wary speech, that it may do no hurt when our quarters change. I have done
a murder, and may not tarry at home neither shalt thou, seeing I need thy service. My name is
changed, for wise reasons; it is Hobbs John Hobbs; thine is Jack charge thy memory accordingly.
Now, then, speak. Where is thy mother? Where are thy sisters? They came not to the place
appointed knowest thou whither they went?
The King answered sullenly
Trouble me not with these riddles. My mother is dead; my sisters are in the palace.
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 him. Sit thee down, Jack, and
quiet thyself; thou shalt have a morsel 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 company. He withdrew into the twilight of the farther end of the
barn, where he found the earthen floor bedded a foot deep with straw. He lay down here, drew
straw over himself in lieu of blankets, and was soon absorbed in thinking. He had many griefs,
but the minor ones were swept almost into forgetfulness by the supreme one, the loss of his
father. To the rest of the world the name of Henry VIII. brought a shiver, and suggested an ogre
whose nostrils breathed destruction and whose hand dealt scourgings and death; but to this boy
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the name brought only sensations of pleasure; the figure it invoked wore a countenance that was
all gentleness and affection. He called to mind a long succession of loving passages between his
father and himself, and dwelt fondly upon them, his unstinted tears attesting how deep and real
was the grief that possessed his heart. As the afternoon wasted away, the lad, wearied with his
troubles, sank gradually into a tranquil and healing slumber.
After a considerable time he could not tell how long his senses struggled to a half-consciousness,
and as he lay with closed eyes vaguely wondering where he was and what had been happening,
he noted a murmurous sound, the sullen beating of rain upon the roof. A snug sense of comfort
stole over him, which was rudely broken, the next moment, by a chorus of piping cackles and
coarse laughter. It startled him disagreeably, and he unmuffled his head to see whence this
interruption proceeded. A grim and unsightly picture met his eye. A bright fire was burning in
the middle of the floor, at the other end of the barn; and around it, and lit weirdly up by the red
glare, lolled and sprawled the motliest company of tattered gutter-scum and ruffians, of both
sexes, he had ever read or dreamed of. There were huge stalwart men, brown with exposure,
long-haired, and clothed in fantastic rags; there were middle-sized youths, of truculent
countenance, and similarly clad; there were blind mendicants, with patched or bandaged eyes;
crippled ones, with wooden legs and crutches; diseased ones, with running sores peeping from
ineffectual wrappings; there was a villain-looking pedlar with his pack; a knife-grinder, a tinker,
and a barber-surgeon, with the implements of their trades; some of the females were hardly-
grown girls, some were at prime, some were old and wrinkled hags, and all were loud, brazen,
foul-mouthed; and all soiled and slatternly; there were three sore-faced babies; there were a
couple of starveling curs, with strings about their necks, whose office was to lead the blind.
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 and 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
disencumbered himself of his timber leg and took his place, upon sound and healthy limbs,
beside his fellow-rascal; then they roared out a rollicking ditty, and were reinforced by the whole
crew, at the end of each stanza, in a rousing chorus. By the time the last stanza was reached, the
half-drunken enthusiasm had risen to such a pitch, that everybody joined in and sang it clear
through from the beginning, producing a volume of villainous sound that made the rafters quake.
These were the inspiring words:
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. Bingd out bien Morts and toure, and toure, Bing out of
the Rome vile bine, And toure the Cove that cloyd your duds, Upon the Chates to trine. (From
The English Rogue. London, 1665.)
Conversation followed; not in the thieves dialect of the song, for that was only used in talk when
unfriendly ears might be listening. In the course of it, it appeared that John Hobbs was not
altogether a new recruit, but had trained in the gang at some former time. His later history was
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called for, and when he said he had accidentally killed a man, considerable satisfaction was
expressed; when he added that the man was a priest, he was roundly applauded, and had to take a
drink with everybody. Old acquaintances welcomed him joyously, and new ones were proud to
shake him by the hand. He was asked why he had tarried away so many months. He answered
London is better than the country, and safer, these late years, the laws be so bitter and so
diligently enforced. An I had not had that accident, I had stayed there. I had resolved to stay,
and never more venture country-wards but the accident has ended that.
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 particular; 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 witchs name and fame. The law roasted her to death at a slow fire. It did touch me to a sort
of tenderness to see the gallant way she met her lot cursing and reviling all the crowd that gaped
and gazed around her, whilst the flames licked upward toward her face and catched her thin
locks and crackled about her old gray head cursing them! why an thou shouldst live a thousand
years thoudst 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 hardened outcasts like these are not wholly dead to sentiment, but are
able to feel a fleeting sense of loss and affliction at wide intervals and under peculiarly favouring
circumstances as in cases like to this, for instance, when genius and culture depart and leave no
heir. However, a deep drink all round soon restored the spirits of the mourners.
Have any others of our friends fared hardly? asked Hobbs.
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Some yes. Particularly new comers such as small husbandmen turned shiftless and hungry upon
the world because their farms were taken from them to be changed to sheep ranges. They
begged, and were whipped at the carts tail, naked from the girdle up, till the blood ran; then set
in the stocks to be pelted; they begged again, were whipped again, and deprived of an ear; they
begged a third time poor devils, what else could they do? and were branded on the cheek with a
red-hot iron, then sold for slaves; they ran away, were hunted down, and hanged. Tis a brief tale,
and quickly told. Others of us have fared less hardly. Stand forth, Yokel, Burns, and Hodge show
your adornments!
These stood up and stripped away some of their rags, exposing their backs, criss-crossed with
ropy old welts left by the lash; one turned up his hair and showed the place where a left ear had
once been; another showed a brand upon his shoulder the letter V and a mutilated ear; the third
said
I am Yokel, once a farmer and prosperous, with loving wife and kids now am I somewhat
different in estate and calling; and the wife and kids are gone; mayhap they are in heaven,
mayhap in in the other place but the kindly God be thanked, they bide no more in England! My
good old blameless mother strove to earn bread by nursing the sick; one of these died, the
doctors knew not how, so my mother was burnt for a witch, whilst my babes looked on and
wailed. English law! up, all, with your cups! now all together and with a cheer! drink to the
merciful English law that delivered her from the English hell! Thank you, mates, one and all. I
begged, from house to house I and the wife bearing with us the hungry kids but it was crime to
be hungry in England so they stripped us and lashed us through three towns. Drink ye all again to
the merciful English law! for its lash drank deep of my Marys blood and its blessed deliverance
came quick. She lies there, in the potters field, safe from all harms. And the kids well, whilst the
law lashed me from town to town, they starved. Drink, lads only a drop a drop to the poor kids,
that never did any creature harm. I begged again begged, for a crust, and got the stocks and lost
an ear see, here bides the stump; I begged again, and here is the stump of the other to keep me
minded of it. And still I begged again, and was sold for a slave here on my cheek under this
stain, if I washed it off, ye might see the red S the branding-iron left there! A slave! Do you
understand that word? An English slave! that is he that stands before ye. I have run from my
master, and when I am found the heavy curse of heaven fall on the law of the land that hath
commanded it! I shall hang!
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 approaching 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?
The boy stood unconfused in the midst of all those surprised and questioning eyes, and answered
with princely dignity
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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 stung. He said sharply
Ye mannerless vagrants, is this your recognition of the royal boon I have promised?
He said more, with angry voice and excited gesture, but it was lost in a whirlwind of laughter and
mocking exclamations. John Hobbs made several attempts to make himself heard above the
din, and at last succeeded saying
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.
Thoult betray me? Thou? An I get my hands upon thee
Tut-tut! said the burley Ruffler, interposing in time to save the King, and emphasising this
service by knocking Hobbs down with his fist, hast respect for neither Kings nor Rufflers? An
thou insult my presence so again, Ill hang thee up myself. Then he said to his Majesty, Thou
must make no threats against thy mates, lad; and thou must guard thy tongue from saying evil of
them elsewhere. Be King, if it please thy mad humour, but be not harmful in it. Sink the title thou
hast uttered tis treason; we be bad men in some few trifling ways, but none among us is so base
as to be traitor to his King; we be loving and loyal hearts, in that regard. Note if I speak truth.
Now all together: Long live Edward, King of England!
Long live Edward, king of England!
The response came with such a thundergust from the motley crew that the crazy building
vibrated to the sound. The little Kings 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. Humour 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
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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 tinkers soldering-iron. Then all flung themselves upon their knees about
him and sent up a chorus of ironical wailings, and mocking supplications, whilst they swabbed
their eyes with their soiled and ragged sleeves and aprons
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!
Cheer us and warm us with thy gracious rays, O flaming sun of sovereignty!
Sanctify the ground with the touch of thy foot, that we may eat the dirt and be ennobled!
Deign to spit upon us, O Sire, that our childrens 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 carried off the honours. Kneeling, he
pretended to kiss the Kings foot, and was indignantly spurned; whereupon he went about
begging for a rag to paste over the place upon his face which had been touched by the foot,
saying it must be preserved from contact with the vulgar air, and that he should make his fortune
by going on the highway and exposing it to view at the rate of a hundred shillings a sight. He
made himself so killingly funny that he was the envy and admiration of the whole mangy rabble.
Tears of shame and indignation stood in the little monarchs 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
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Chapter XVIII. The Prince with the tramps
The troop of vagabonds turned out at early dawn, and set forward on their march. There was a
lowering sky overhead, sloppy ground under foot, and a winter chill in the air. All gaiety was
gone from the company; some were sullen and silent, some were irritable and petulant, none
were gentle-humoured, all were thirsty.
The Ruffler put Jack in Hugos charge, with some brief instructions, and commanded John
Canty to keep away from him and let him alone; he also warned Hugo not to be too rough with
the lad.
After a while the weather grew milder, and the clouds lifted somewhat. The troop ceased to
shiver, and their spirits began to improve. They grew more and more cheerful, and finally began
to chaff each other and insult passengers along the highway. This showed that they were awaking
to an appreciation of life and its joys once more. The dread in which their sort was held was
apparent in the fact that everybody gave them the road, and took their ribald insolences meekly,
without venturing to talk back. They snatched linen from the hedges, occasionally in full view of
the owners, who made no protest, but only seemed grateful that they did not take the hedges, too.
By-and-by they invaded a small farmhouse and made themselves at home while the trembling
farmer and his people swept the larder clean to furnish a breakfast for them. They chucked the
housewife and her daughters under the chin whilst receiving the food from their hands, and made
coarse jests about them, accompanied with insulting epithets and bursts of horse-laughter. They
threw bones and vegetables at the farmer and his sons, kept them dodging all the time, and
applauded uproariously when a good hit was made. They ended by buttering the head of one of
the daughters who resented some of their familiarities. When they took their leave they
threatened to come back and burn the house over the heads of the family if any report of their
doings got to the ears of the authorities.
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
I see nought to steal; it is a paltry place. Wherefore we will beg.
We, forsooth! Follow thy trade it befits thee. But I will not beg.
Thoult not beg! exclaimed Hugo, eyeing the King with surprise. Prithee, since when hast
thou reformed?
What dost thou mean?
Mean? Hast thou not begged the streets of London all thy life?
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I? Thou idiot!
Spare thy compliments thy stock will last the longer. Thy father says thou hast begged all thy
days. Mayhap he lied. Peradventure you will even make so bold as to say he lied, scoffed Hugo.
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.
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 ones way to invite them. But a truce to these
matters; I believe your father. I doubt not he can lie; I doubt not he doth lie, upon occasion, for
the best of us do that; but there is no occasion here. A wise man does not waste so good a
commodity as lying for nought. But come; sith it is thy humour to give over begging,
wherewithal shall we busy ourselves? With robbing kitchens?
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 I 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, Oh, sir, it is my poor afflicted brother, and we be
friendless; o Gods name cast through your merciful eyes one pitiful look upon a sick, forsaken,
and most miserable wretch; bestow one little penny out of thy riches upon one smitten of God
and ready to perish! and mind you, keep you on wailing, and abate not till we bilk him of his
penny, else shall you rue it.
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.
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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 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?
Oh, hear him! groaned Hugo, then privately ground his teeth. He denies his own brother and
he with one foot in the grave!
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 moment he was up and off like the wind, the
gentleman following after and raising the hue and cry lustily as he went. The King, breathing
deep gratitude to Heaven for his own release, fled in the opposite direction, and did not slacken
his pace until he was out of harms reach. He took the first road that offered, and soon put the
village behind him. He hurried along, as briskly as he could, during several hours, keeping a
nervous watch over his shoulder for pursuit; but his fears left him at last, and a grateful sense of
security took their place. He recognised, now, that he was hungry, and also very tired. So he
halted at a farmhouse; but when he was about to speak, he was cut short and driven rudely away.
His clothes were against him.
He wandered on, wounded and indignant, and was resolved to put himself in the way of like
treatment no more. But hunger is prides master; so, as the evening drew near, he made an
attempt at another farmhouse; but here he fared worse than before; for he was called hard names
and was promised arrest as a vagrant except he moved on promptly.
The night came on, chilly and overcast; and still the footsore monarch laboured slowly on. He
was obliged to keep moving, for every time he sat down to rest he was soon penetrated to the
bone with the cold. All his sensations and experiences, as he moved through the solemn gloom
and the empty vastness of the night, were new and strange to him. At intervals he heard voices
approach, pass by, and fade into silence; and as he saw nothing more of the bodies they belonged
to than a sort of formless drifting blur, there was something spectral and uncanny about it all that
made him shudder. Occasionally he caught the twinkle of a light always far away, apparently
almost in another world; if he heard the tinkle of a sheeps bell, it was vague, distant, indistinct;
the muffled lowing of the herds floated to him on the night wind in vanishing cadences, a
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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 gruesome fascinations of this new experience, startled
occasionally by the soft rustling of the dry leaves overhead, so like human whispers they seemed
to sound; and by-and-by he came suddenly upon the freckled light of a tin lantern near at hand.
He stepped back into the shadows and waited. The lantern stood by the open door of a barn. The
King waited some time there was no sound, and nobody stirring. He got so cold, standing still,
and the hospitable barn looked so enticing, that at last he resolved to risk everything and enter.
He started swiftly and stealthily, and just as he was crossing the threshold he heard voices behind
him. He darted behind a cask, within the barn, and stooped down. Two farm-labourers came in,
bringing the lantern with them, and fell to work, talking meanwhile. Whilst they moved about
with the light, the King made good use of his eyes and took the bearings of what seemed to be a
good-sized stall at the further end of the place, purposing to grope his way to it when he should
be left to himself. He also noted the position of a pile of horse blankets, midway of the route,
with the intent to levy upon them for the service of the crown of England for one night.
By-and-by the men finished and went away, fastening the door behind them and taking the
lantern with them. The shivering King made for the blankets, with as good speed as the darkness
would allow; gathered them up, and then groped his way safely to the stall. Of two of the
blankets he made a bed, then covered himself with the remaining two. He was a glad monarch,
now, though the blankets were old and thin, and not quite warm enough; and besides gave out a
pungent horsey odour that was almost suffocatingly powerful.
Although the King was hungry and chilly, he was also so tired and so drowsy that these latter
influences soon began to get the advantage of the former, and he presently dozed off into a state
of semi-consciousness. Then, just as he was on the point of losing himself wholly, he distinctly
felt something touch him! He was broad awake in a moment, and gasping for breath. The cold
horror of that mysterious touch in the dark almost made his heart stand still. He lay motionless,
and listened, scarcely breathing. But nothing stirred, and there was no sound. He continued to
listen, and wait, during what seemed a long time, but still nothing stirred, and there was no
sound. So he began to drop into a drowse once more, at last; and all at once he felt that
mysterious touch again! It was a grisly thing, this light touch from this noiseless and invisible
presence; it made the boy sick with ghostly fears. What should he do? That was the question; but
he did not know how to answer it. Should he leave these reasonably comfortable quarters and fly
from this inscrutable horror? But fly whither? He could not get out of the barn; and the idea of
scurrying blindly hither and thither in the dark, within the captivity of the four walls, with this
phantom gliding after him, and visiting him with that soft hideous touch upon cheek or shoulder
at every turn, was intolerable. But to stay where he was, and endure this living death all night
was that better? No. What, then, was there left to do? Ah, there was but one course; he knew it
well he must put out his hand and find that thing!
It was easy to think this; but it was hard to brace himself up to try it. Three times he stretched his
hand a little way out into the dark, gingerly; and snatched it suddenly back, with a gasp not
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because it had encountered anything, but because he had felt so sure it was just going to. But the
fourth time, he groped a little further, and his hand lightly swept against something soft and
warm. This petrified him, nearly, with fright; his mind was in such a state that he could imagine
the thing to be nothing else than a corpse, newly dead and still warm. He thought he would rather
die than touch it again. But he thought this false thought because he did not know the immortal
strength of human curiosity. In no long time his hand was tremblingly groping again against his
judgment, and without his consent but groping persistently on, just the same. It encountered a
bunch of long hair; he shuddered, but followed up the hair and found what seemed to be a warm
rope; followed up the rope and found an innocent calf! for the rope was not a rope at all, but the
calfs tail.
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 calfs company; for he had been feeling so lonesome and friendless that the company and
comradeship of even this humble animal were welcome. And he had been so buffeted, so rudely
entreated by his own kind, that it was a real comfort to him to feel that he was at last in the
society of a fellow-creature that had at least a soft heart and a gentle spirit, whatever loftier
attributes might be lacking. So he resolved to waive rank and make friends with the calf.
While stroking its sleek warm back for it lay near him and within easy reach it occurred to him
that this calf might be utilised in more ways than one. Whereupon he re-arranged his bed,
spreading it down close to the calf; then he cuddled himself up to the calfs 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.
Pleasant thoughts came at once; life took on a cheerfuller seeming. He was free of the bonds of
servitude and crime, free of the companionship of base and brutal outlaws; he was warm; he was
sheltered; in a word, he was happy. The night wind was rising; it swept by in fitful gusts that
made the old barn quake and rattle, then its forces died down at intervals, and went moaning and
wailing around corners and projections but it was all music to the King, now that he was snug
and comfortable: let it blow and rage, let it batter and bang, let it moan and wail, he minded it
not, he only enjoyed it. He merely snuggled the closer to his friend, in a luxury of warm
contentment, and drifted blissfully out of consciousness into a deep and dreamless sleep that was
full of serenity and peace. The distant dogs howled, the melancholy kine complained, and the
winds went on raging, whilst furious sheets of rain drove along the roof; but the Majesty of
England slept on, undisturbed, and the calf did the same, it being a simple creature, and not
easily troubled by storms or embarrassed by sleeping with a king.


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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 cosy bed for itself in his bosom. Being disturbed now, it
scampered away. The boy smiled, and said, Poor fool, why so fearful? I am as forlorn as thou.
Twould be a sham in me to hurt the helpless, who am myself so helpless. Moreover, I owe you
thanks for a good omen; for when a king has fallen so low that the very rats do make a bed of
him, it surely meaneth that his fortunes be upon the turn, since it is plain he can no lower go.
He got up and stepped out of the stall, and just then he heard the sound of childrens voices. The
barn door opened and a couple of little girls came in. As soon as they saw him their talking and
laughing ceased, and they stopped and stood still, gazing at him with strong curiosity; they
presently began to whisper together, then they approached nearer, and stopped again to gaze and
whisper. By-and-by they gathered courage and began to discuss him aloud. One said
He hath a comely face.
The other added
And pretty hair.
But is ill clothed enow.
And how starved he looketh.
They came still nearer, sidling shyly around and about him, examining him minutely from all
points, as if he were some strange new kind of animal, but warily and watchfully the while, as if
they half feared he might be a sort of animal that would bite, upon occasion. Finally they halted
before him, holding each others hands for protection, and took a good satisfying stare with their
innocent eyes; then one of them plucked up all her courage and inquired with honest directness
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 king? What King?
The King of England.
The children looked at each other then at him then at each other again wonderingly, perplexedly;
then one said
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Didst hear him, Margery? he said 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 would be a lie. It surely would be. Now think ont. 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 Prissys half-doubts not a
leg to stand on. She considered a moment, then put the King upon his honour with the simple
remark
If thou art truly the King, then I believe thee.
I am truly the King.
This settled the matter. His Majestys royalty was accepted without further question or
discussion, and the two little girls began at once to inquire into how he came to be where he was,
and how he came to be so unroyally clad, and whither he was bound, and all about his affairs. It
was a mighty relief to him to pour out his troubles where they would not be scoffed at or
doubted; so he told his tale with feeling, forgetting even his hunger for the time; and it was
received with the deepest and tenderest sympathy by the gentle little maids. But when he got
down to his latest experiences and they learned how long he had been without food, they cut him
short and hurried him away to the farmhouse to find a breakfast for him.
The King was cheerful and happy now, and said to himself, When I am come to mine own
again, I will always honour little children, remembering how that these trusted me and believed
in me in my time of trouble; whilst they that were older, and thought themselves wiser, mocked
at me and held me for a liar.
The childrens mother received the King kindly, and was full of pity; for his forlorn condition
and apparently crazed intellect touched her womanly heart. She was a widow, and rather poor;
consequently she had seen trouble enough to enable her to feel for the unfortunate. She imagined
that the demented boy had wandered away from his friends or keepers; so she tried to find out
whence he had come, in order that she might take measures to return him; but all her references
to neighbouring towns and villages, and all her inquiries in the same line went for nothing the
boys face, and his answers, too, showed that the things she was talking of were not familiar to
him. He spoke earnestly and simply about court matters, and broke down, more than once, when
speaking of the late King his father; but whenever the conversation changed to baser topics, he
lost interest and became silent.
The woman was mightily puzzled; but she did not give up. As she proceeded with her cooking,
she set herself to contriving devices to surprise the boy into betraying his real secret. She talked
about cattle he showed no concern; then about sheep the same result: so her guess that he had
been a shepherd boy was an error; she talked about mills; and about weavers, tinkers, smiths,
trades and tradesmen of all sorts; and about Bedlam, and jails, and charitable retreats: but no
matter, she was baffled at all points. Not altogether, either; for she argued that she had narrowed
the thing down to domestic service. Yes, she was sure she was on the right track, now; he must
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have been a house servant. So she led up to that. But the result was discouraging. The subject of
sweeping appeared to weary him; fire-building failed to stir him; scrubbing and scouring awoke
no enthusiasm. The goodwife touched, with a perishing hope, and rather as a matter of form,
upon the subject of cooking. To her surprise, and her vast delight, the Kings 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 Kings, inspired by gnawing hunger and the
fragrant smells that came from the sputtering pots and pans, turned itself loose and delivered
itself up to such an eloquent dissertation upon certain toothsome dishes, that within three minutes
the woman said to herself, Of a truth I was right he hath holpen in a kitchen! Then he
broadened his bill of fare, and discussed it with such appreciation and animation, that the
goodwife said to herself, Good lack! how can he know so many dishes, and so fine ones withal?
For these belong only upon the tables of the rich and great. Ah, now I see! ragged outcast as he
is, he must have served in the palace before his reason went astray; yes, he must have helped in
the very kitchen of the King himself! I will test him.
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
Another English king had a commission like to this, in a bygone time it is nothing against my
dignity to undertake an office which the great Alfred stooped to assume. But I will try to better
serve my trust than he; for he let the cakes burn.
The intent was good, but the performance was not answerable to it, for this King, like the other
one, soon fell into deep thinkings concerning his vast affairs, and the same calamity resulted the
cookery got burned. The woman returned in time to save the breakfast from entire destruction;
and she promptly brought the King out of his dreams with a brisk and cordial tongue-lashing.
Then, seeing how troubled he was over his violated trust, she softened at once, and was all
goodness and gentleness toward him.
The boy made a hearty and satisfying meal, and was greatly refreshed and gladdened by it. It was
a meal which was distinguished by this curious feature, that rank was waived on both sides; yet
neither recipient of the favour was aware that it had been extended. The goodwife had intended
to feed this young tramp with broken victuals in a corner, like any other tramp or like a dog; but
she was so remorseful for the scolding she had given him, that she did what she could to atone
for it by allowing him to sit at the family table and eat with his betters, on ostensible terms of
equality with them; and the King, on his side, was so remorseful for having broken his trust, after
the family had been so kind to him, that he forced himself to atone for it by humbling himself to
the family level, instead of requiring the woman and her children to stand and wait upon him,
while he occupied their table in the solitary state due to his birth and dignity. It does us all good
to unbend sometimes. This good woman was made happy all the day long by the applauses
which she got out of herself for her magnanimous condescension to a tramp; and the King was
just as self-complacent over his gracious humility toward a humble peasant woman.
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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 dames society so easily. She furnished him some little odds and
ends of employment, which he got through with after a fair fashion and with some credit. Then
she set him and the little girls to paring some winter apples; but he was so awkward at this
service that she retired him from it and gave him a butcher knife to grind. Afterwards she kept
him carding wool until he began to think he had laid the good King Alfred about far enough in
the shade for the present in the matter of showy menial heroisms that would read picturesquely in
story-books and histories, and so he was half-minded to resign. And when, just after the noonday
dinner, the goodwife gave him a basket of kittens to drown, he did resign. At least he was just
going to resign for he felt that he must draw the line somewhere, and it seemed to him that to
draw it at kitten-drowning was about the right thing when there was an interruption. The
interruption was John Canty with a peddlers pack on his back and Hugo.
The King discovered these rascals approaching the front gate before they had had a chance to see
him; so he said nothing about drawing the line, but took up his basket of kittens and stepped
quietly out the back way, without a word. He left the creatures in an out-house, and hurried on,
into a narrow lane at the rear.

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 realised that the night
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was coming on. It made him shudder to think of spending it in such an uncanny place; so he tried
to hurry faster, but he only made the less speed, for he could not now see well enough to choose
his steps judiciously; consequently he kept tripping over roots and tangling himself in vines and
briers.
And how glad he was when at last he caught the glimmer of a light! He approached it warily,
stopping often to look about him and listen. It came from an unglazed window-opening in a
shabby little hut. He heard a voice, now, and felt a disposition to run and hide; but he changed
his mind at once, for this voice was praying, evidently. He glided to the one window of the hut,
raised himself on tiptoe, and stole a glance within. The room was small; its floor was the natural
earth, beaten hard by use; in a corner was a bed of rushes and a ragged blanket or two; near it
was a pail, a cup, a basin, and two or three pots and pans; there was a short bench and a three-
legged stool; on the hearth the remains of a faggot fire were smouldering; before a shrine, which
was lighted by a single candle, knelt an aged man, and on an old wooden box at his side lay an
open book and a human skull. The man was of large, bony frame; his hair and whiskers were
very long and snowy white; he was clothed in a robe of sheepskins which reached from his neck
to his heels.
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! but leave sin behind, for the ground whereon thou shalt stand is holy!
The King entered, and paused. The hermit turned a pair of gleaming, unrestful eyes upon him,
and said
Who art thou?
I am the King, came the answer, with placid simplicity.
Welcome, King! cried the hermit, with enthusiasm. Then, bustling about with feverish activity,
and constantly saying, Welcome, welcome, he arranged his bench, seated the King on it, by the
hearth, threw some faggots on the fire, and finally fell to pacing the floor with a nervous stride.
Welcome! Many have sought sanctuary here, but they were not worthy, and were turned away.
But a King who casts his crown away, and despises the vain splendours of his office, and clothes
his body in rags, to devote his life to holiness and the mortification of the flesh he is worthy, he
is welcome! here shall he abide all his days till death come. The King hastened to interrupt and
explain, but the hermit paid no attention to him did not even hear him, apparently, but went right
on with his talk, with a raised voice and a growing energy. And thou shalt be at peace here.
None shall find out thy refuge to disquiet thee with supplications to return to that empty and
foolish life which God hath moved thee to abandon. Thou shalt pray here; thou shalt study the
Book; thou shalt meditate upon the follies and delusions of this world, and upon the sublimities
of the world to come; thou shalt feed upon crusts and herbs, and scourge thy body with whips,
daily, to the purifying of thy soul. Thou shalt wear a hair shirt next thy skin; thou shalt drink
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water only; and thou shalt be at peace; yes, wholly at peace; for whoso comes to seek thee shall
go his way again, baffled; he shall not find thee, he shall not molest thee.
The old man, still pacing back and forth, ceased to speak aloud, and began to mutter. The King
seized this opportunity to state his case; and he did it with an eloquence inspired by uneasiness
and apprehension. But the hermit went on muttering, and gave no heed. And still muttering, he
approached the King and said impressively
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 Kings, 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 madman! His apprehensions were heightened, and they showed
plainly in his face. In a low excited voice the hermit continued
I see you feel my atmosphere! Theres awe in your face! None may be in this atmosphere and
not be thus affected; for it is the very atmosphere of heaven. I go thither and return, in the
twinkling of an eye. I was made an archangel on this very spot, it is five years ago, by angels
sent from heaven to confer that awful dignity. Their presence filled this place with an intolerable
brightness. And they knelt to me, King! yes, they knelt to me! for I was greater than they. I have
walked in the courts of heaven, and held speech with the patriarchs. Touch my hand be not afraid
touch it. There now thou hast touched a hand which has been clasped by Abraham and Isaac and
Jacob! For I have walked in the golden courts; I have seen the Deity face to face! He paused, to
give this speech effect; then his face suddenly changed, and he started to his feet again saying,
with angry energy, Yes, I am an archangel; A mere archangel! I that might have been pope! It
is verily true. I was told it from heaven in a dream, twenty years ago; ah, yes, I was to be pope!
and I should have been pope, for Heaven had said it but the King dissolved my religious house,
and I, poor obscure unfriended monk, was cast homeless upon the world, robbed of my mighty
destiny! Here he began to mumble again, and beat his forehead in futile rage, with his fist; now
and then articulating a venomous curse, and now and then a pathetic Wherefore I am nought but
an archangel I that should have been pope!
So he went on, for an hour, whilst the poor little King sat and suffered. Then all at once the old
mans 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 Kings
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
lads 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.
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This happy state of things continued while the two ate the supper; then, after a prayer before the
shrine, the hermit put the boy to bed, in a small adjoining room, tucking him in as snugly and
lovingly as a mother might; and so, with a parting caress, left him and sat down by the fire, and
began to poke the brands about in an absent and aimless way. Presently he paused; then tapped
his forehead several times with his fingers, as if trying to recall some thought which had escaped
from his mind. Apparently he was unsuccessful. Now he started quickly up, and entered his
guests room, and said
Thou art King?
Yes, 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 hermits 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
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 boys 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 boys
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
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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 Gods will, yes it was Gods will, we must not
repine. But he hath not escaped the fires! No, he hath not escaped the fires, the consuming,
unpitying, remorseless fires and they are everlasting!
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 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 uplifted. The boy stirred again; his eyes came
open for an instant, but there was no speculation in them, they saw nothing; the next moment his
tranquil breathing showed that his sleep was sound once more.
The hermit watched and listened, for a time, keeping his position and scarcely breathing; then he
slowly lowered his arms, and presently crept away, saying,
It is long past midnight; it is not best that he should cry out, lest by accident someone 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 Kings ankles together
without waking him. Next he essayed to tie the wrists; he made several attempts to cross them,
but the boy always drew one hand or the other away, just as the cord was ready to be applied; but
at last, when the archangel was almost ready to despair, the boy crossed his hands himself, and
the next moment they were bound. Now a bandage was passed under the sleepers chin and
brought up over his head and tied fast and so softly, so gradually, and so deftly were the knots
drawn together and compacted, that the boy slept peacefully through it all without stirring.

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 boys 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
mans face, and he said, without changing his attitude or his occupation
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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 boys frame, and his face blenched. Then he struggled again to free himself
turning and twisting himself this way and that; tugging frantically, fiercely, desperately but
uselessly to burst his fetters; and all the while the old ogre smiled down upon him, and nodded
his head, and placidly whetted his knife; mumbling, from time to time, The moments are
precious, they are few and precious pray the prayer for the dying!
The boy uttered a despairing groan, and ceased from his struggles, panting. The tears came, then,
and trickled, one after the other, down his face; but this piteous sight wrought no softening effect
upon the savage old man.
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 Churchs spoiler, close thy perishing eyes, an
thou fearest to look upon
The rest was lost in inarticulate mutterings. The old man sank upon his knees, his knife in his
hand, and bent himself over the moaning boy.
Hark! There was a sound of voices near the cabin the knife dropped from the hermits 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
Hullo-o-o! Open! And despatch, in the name of all the devils!
Oh, this was the blessedest sound that had ever made music in the Kings ears; for it was Miles
Hendons voice!
The hermit, grinding his teeth in impotent rage, moved swiftly out of the bedchamber, closing
the door behind him; and straightway the King heard a talk, to this effect, proceeding from the
chapel:
Homage and greeting, reverend sir! Where is the boy my boy?
What boy, friend?
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What boy! Lie me no lies, sir priest, play me no deceptions! I am not in the humour for it. Near
to this place I caught the scoundrels who I judged did steal him from me, and I made them
confess; they said he was at large again, and they had tracked him to your door. They showed me
his very footprints. Now palter no more; for look you, holy sir, an thou produce him not Where
is the boy?
O good sir, peradventure you mean the ragged regal vagrant that tarried here the night. If such
as you take an interest in such as he, know, then, that I have sent him of an errand. He will be
back anon.
How soon? How soon? Come, 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.
For any man no; haply not. But I am not a man.
What! Now o Gods name what art thou, then?
It is a secret mark thou reveal it not. I am an archangel!
There was a tremendous ejaculation from Miles Hendon not altogether unprofane followed by
This doth well and truly account for his complaisance! Right well I knew he would budge nor
hand nor foot in the menial service of any mortal; but, lord, even a king must obey when an
archangel gives the word o command! Let me sh! What noise was that?
All this while the little King had been yonder, alternately quaking with terror and trembling with
hope; and all the while, too, he had thrown all the strength he could into his anguished moanings,
constantly expecting them to reach Hendons ear, but always realising, with bitterness, that they
failed, or at least made no impression. So this last remark of his servant came as comes a
reviving breath from fresh fields to the dying; and he exerted himself once more, and with all his
energy, just as the hermit was saying
Noise? I heard only the wind.
Mayhap it was. Yes, doubtless that was it. I have been hearing it faintly all the there it is again!
It is not the wind! What an odd sound! Come, we will hunt it out!
Now the Kings 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 fellows
heart sank, to hear the hermit say
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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 not think theres not another
archangel with so right a heart as thine. Wilt ride? Wilt take the wee donkey thats 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 months 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 in my hands and make what
success I may toward mounting the big one.
Then followed a confusion of kicks, cuffs, tramplings and plungings, accompanied by a
thunderous intermingling of volleyed curses, and finally a bitter apostrophe to the mule, which
must have broken its spirit, for hostilities seemed to cease from that moment.
With unutterable misery the fettered little King heard the voices and footsteps fade away and die
out. All hope forsook him, now, for the moment, and a dull despair settled down upon his heart.
My only friend is deceived and got rid of, he said; the hermit will return and He finished
with a gasp; and at once fell to struggling so frantically with his bonds again, that he shook off
the smothering sheepskin.
And now he heard the door open! The sound chilled him to the marrow already he seemed to feel
the knife at his throat. Horror made him close his eyes; horror made him open them again and
before him stood John Canty and Hugo!
He would have said Thank God! if his jaws had been free.
A moment or two later his limbs were at liberty, and his captors, each gripping him by an arm,
were hurrying him with all speed through the forest.

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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 spitefulness at the
hands of Canty and Hugo when the Rufflers back was turned. None but Canty and Hugo really
disliked him. Some of the others liked him, and all admired his pluck and spirit. During two or
three days, Hugo, in whose ward and charge the King was, did what he covertly could to make
the boy uncomfortable; and at night, during the customary orgies, he amused the company by
putting small indignities upon him always as if by accident. Twice he stepped upon the Kings
toes accidentally and the King, as became his royalty, was contemptuously unconscious of it and
indifferent to it; but the third time Hugo entertained himself in that way, the King felled him to
the ground with a cudgel, to the prodigious delight of the tribe. Hugo, consumed with anger and
shame, sprang up, seized a cudgel, and came at his small adversary in a fury. Instantly a ring was
formed around the gladiators, and the betting and cheering began. But poor Hugo stood no
chance whatever. His frantic and lubberly prentice-work found but a poor market for itself when
pitted against an arm which had been trained by the first masters of Europe in single-stick,
quarter-staff, and every art and trick of swordsmanship. The little King stood, alert but at
graceful ease, and caught and turned aside the thick rain of blows with a facility and precision
which set the motley on-lookers wild with admiration; and every now and then, when his
practised eye detected an opening, and a lightning-swift rap upon Hugos head followed as a
result, the storm of cheers and laughter that swept the place was something wonderful to hear. At
the end of fifteen minutes, Hugo, all battered, bruised, and the target for a pitiless bombardment
of ridicule, slunk from the field; and the unscathed hero of the fight was seized and borne aloft
upon the shoulders of the joyous rabble to the place of honour beside the Ruffler, where with
vast ceremony he was crowned King of the Game-Cocks; his meaner title being at the same time
solemnly cancelled and annulled, and a decree of banishment from the gang pronounced against
any who should thenceforth utter it.
All attempts to make the King serviceable to the troop had failed. He had stubbornly refused to
act; moreover, he was always trying to escape. He had been thrust into an unwatched kitchen, the
first day of his return; he not only came forth empty-handed, but tried to rouse the housemates.
He was sent out with a tinker to help him at his work; he would not work; moreover, he
threatened the tinker with his own soldering-iron; and finally both Hugo and the tinker found
their hands full with the mere matter of keeping his from getting away. He delivered the thunders
of his royalty upon the heads of all who hampered his liberties or tried to force him to service.
He was sent out, in Hugos charge, in company with a slatternly woman and a diseased baby, to
beg; but the result was not encouraging he declined to plead for the mendicants, or be a party to
their cause in any way.
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 hermits knife must prove only a
temporary respite from death, at best.
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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 particular. One was to inflict upon the lad what would be, to his
proud spirit and imagined royalty, a peculiar humiliation; and if he failed to accomplish this,
his other plan was to put a crime of some kind upon the King, and then betray him into the
implacable clutches of the law.
In pursuance of the first plan, he purposed to put a clime upon the Kings 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 Cantys help, and force the King to expose his leg in the highway and
beg for alms. Clime was the cant term for a sore, artificially created. To make a clime, the
operator made a paste or poultice of unslaked lime, soap, and the rust of old iron, and spread it
upon a piece of leather, which was then bound tightly upon the leg. This would presently fret off
the skin, and make the flesh raw and angry-looking; blood was then rubbed upon the limb,
which, being fully dried, took on a dark and repulsive colour. Then a bandage of soiled rags was
put on in a cleverly careless way which would allow the hideous ulcer to be seen, and move the
compassion of the passer-by.
Hugo got the help of the tinker whom the King had cowed with the soldering-iron; they took the
boy out on a tinkering tramp, and as soon as they were out of sight of the camp they threw him
down and the tinker held him while Hugo bound the poultice tight and fast upon his leg.
The King raged and stormed, and promised to hang the two the moment the sceptre was in his
hand again; but they kept a firm grip upon him and enjoyed his impotent struggling and jeered at
his threats. This continued until the poultice began to bite; and in no long time its work would
have been perfected, if there had been no interruption. But there was; for about this time the
slave who had made the speech denouncing Englands 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 deliverers cudgel and warm the jackets of the two rascals on the
spot; but the man said no, it would bring trouble leave the matter till night; the whole tribe being
together, then, the outside world would not venture to interfere or interrupt. He marched the
party back to camp and reported the affair to the Ruffler, who listened, pondered, and then
decided that the King should not be again detailed to beg, since it was plain he was worthy of
something higher and better wherefore, on the spot he promoted him from the mendicant rank
and appointed him to steal!
Hugo was overjoyed. He had already tried to make the King steal, and failed; but there would be
no more trouble of that sort, now, for of course the King would not dream of defying a distinct
command delivered directly from head-quarters. So he planned a raid for that very afternoon,
purposing to get the King in the laws 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
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Game-Cocks was popular now, and the gang might not deal over-gently with an unpopular
member who played so serious a treachery upon him as the delivering him over to the common
enemy, the law.
Very well. All in good time Hugo strolled off to a neighbouring village with his prey; and the
two drifted slowly up and down one street after another, the one watching sharply for a sure
chance to achieve his evil purpose, and the other watching as sharply for a chance to dart away
and get free of his infamous captivity for ever.
Both threw away some tolerably fair-looking opportunities; for both, in their secret hearts, were
resolved to make absolutely sure work this time, and neither meant to allow his fevered desires
to seduce him into any venture that had much uncertainty about it.
Hugos chance came first. For at last a woman approached who carried a fat package of some
sort in a basket. Hugos eyes sparkled with sinful pleasure as he said to himself, Breath o my
life, an I can but put that upon him, tis good-den and God keep thee, King of the Game-
Cocks! He waited and watched outwardly patient, but inwardly consuming with excitement till
the woman had passed by, and the time was ripe; then said, in a low voice
Tarry here till I come again, and darted stealthily after the prey.
The Kings heart was filled with joy he could make his escape, now, if Hugos quest only carried
him far enough away.
But he was to have no such luck. Hugo crept behind the woman, snatched the package, and came
running back, wrapping it in an old piece of blanket which he carried on his arm. The hue and
cry was raised in a moment, by the woman, who knew her loss by the lightening of her burden,
although she had not seen the pilfering done. Hugo thrust the bundle into the Kings hands
without halting, saying
Now speed ye after me with the rest, and cry Stop thief! but mind ye lead them astray!
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 augmenting crowd at her heels; she seized the Kings wrist with one
hand, snatched up her bundle with the other, and began to pour out a tirade of abuse upon the
boy while he struggled, without success, to free himself from her grip.
Hugo had seen enough his enemy was captured and the law would get him, now so he slipped
away, jubilant and chuckling, and wended campwards, framing a judicious version of the matter
to give to the Rufflers crew as he strode along.
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The King continued to struggle in the womans 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 with convincing force
upon the mans 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 blood and uncharitable words. This is
matter for the laws consideration, not private and unofficial handling. Loose thy hold from the
boy, goodwife.
The blacksmith averaged the stalwart soldier with a glance, then went muttering away, rubbing
his arm; the woman released the boys wrist reluctantly; the crowd eyed the stranger unlovingly,
but prudently closed their mouths. The King sprang to his deliverers 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 Kings 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 crazy fancies! . . . An empty and foolish title is mine, and yet it is something to have
deserved it; for I think it is more honour to be held worthy to be a spectre-knight in his Kingdom
of Dreams and Shadows, than to be held base enough to be an earl in some of the real kingdoms
of this world.
The crowd fell apart to admit a constable, who approached and was about to lay his hand upon
the Kings 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
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Reflect, Sire your laws are the wholesome breath of your own royalty; shall their source resist
them, yet require the branches to respect them? Apparently one of these laws has been broken;
when the King is on his throne again, can it ever grieve him to remember that when he was
seemingly a private person he loyally sank the king in the citizen and submitted to its authority?
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 justice of the peace, she swore that the
small prisoner at the bar was the person who had committed the theft; there was none able to
show the contrary, so the King stood convicted. The bundle was now unrolled, and when the
contents proved to be a plump little dressed pig, the judge looked troubled, whilst Hendon turned
pale, and his body was thrilled with an electric shiver of dismay; but the King remained
unmoved, protected by his ignorance. The judge meditated, during an ominous pause, then
turned to the woman, with the question
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 Miles Hendon.
This latter was rigid and colourless, and on his forehead big drops of cold sweat gathered, broke
and blended together, and trickled down his face. The judge turned to the woman again, and said,
in a compassionate voice
Tis a poor ignorant lad, and mayhap was driven hard by hunger, for these be grievous times for
the unfortunate; mark you, he hath not an evil face but when hunger driveth Good woman! dost
know that when one steals a thing above the value of thirteenpence hapenny the law saith he
shall hang for it?
The little King started, wide-eyed with consternation, but controlled himself and held his peace;
but not so the woman. She sprang to her feet, shaking with fright, and cried out
Oh, good lack, what have I done! God-a-mercy, I would not hang the poor thing for the whole
world! Ah, save me from this, your worship what shall I do, what can I do?
The justice maintained his judicial composure, and simply said
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Doubtless it is allowable to revise the value, since it is not yet writ upon the record.
Then in Gods 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 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! Thoult do no such thing. It cost me three shillings and eightpence, good
honest coin of the last reign, that old Harry thats just dead neer touched or tampered with. A fig
for thy eightpence!
Stands the wind in that quarter? Thou wast under oath, and so swore falsely when thou saidst
the value was but eightpence. Come straightway back with me before his worship, and answer
for the crime! and then the lad will hang.
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 anything out
of it. Hendon took him by the hand, now, made reverence to the justice, and the two departed in
the wake of the constable toward the jail. The moment the street was reached, the inflamed
monarch halted, snatched away his hand, and exclaimed
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.

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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 accomplish their errands as quickly as possible, and then snugly house themselves from the
rising wind and the gathering twilight. They looked neither to the right nor to the left; they paid
no attention to our party, they did not even seem to see them. Edward the Sixth wondered if the
spectacle of a king on his way to jail had ever encountered such marvellous indifference before.
By-and-by the constable arrived at a deserted market-square, and proceeded to cross it. When he
had reached the middle of it, Hendon laid his hand upon his arm, and said in a low voice
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 in the mans 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. Observe, I heard
it all every word. I will prove it to thee. Then he repeated the conversation which the officer and
the woman had had together in the hall, word for word, and ended with
There have I set it forth correctly? Should not I be able to set it forth correctly before the judge,
if occasion 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 womans pig for amusement?
The man answered sharply
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Nought else, good sir I tell thee twas but a jest.
I do begin to believe thee, said Hendon, with a perplexing mixture of mockery and half-
conviction in his tone; but tarry thou here a moment whilst I run and ask his worship for
nathless, he being a man experienced in law, in jests, in
He was moving away, still talking; the constable hesitated, fidgeted, spat out an oath or two, then
cried out
Hold, hold, good sir prithee wait a little the judge! Why, man, he hath no more sympathy with a
jest than hath a dead corpse! come, and we will speak further. Ods body! I seem to be in evil case
and all for an innocent and thoughtless pleasantry. I am a man of family; and my wife and little
ones List to reason, good your worship: what wouldst thou of me?
Only that thou be blind and dumb and paralytic whilst one may count a hundred thousand
counting slowly, said Hendon, with the expression of a man who asks but a reasonable favour,
and that a very little one.
It is my destruction! said the constable despairingly. Ah, be reasonable, good sir; only look at
this matter, on all its sides, and see how mere a jest it is how manifestly and how plainly it is so.
And even if one granted it were not a jest, it is a fault so small that een the grimmest penalty it
could call forth would be but a rebuke and warning from the judges 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 Non compos mentis lex talionis sic transit
gloria mundi.
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 thirteenpence hapenny, paying but a trifle for the same; and this, in the eye of the law, is
constructive barratry, misprision of treason, malfeasance in office, ad hominem expurgatis in
statu quo and the penalty is death by the halter, without ransom, commutation, or benefit of
clergy.
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Bear me up, bear me up, sweet sir, my legs do fail me! Be thou merciful spare me this doom,
and I will turn my back and see nought that shall happen.
Good! now thourt wise and reasonable. And thoult restore the pig?
I will, I will indeed nor ever touch another, though heaven send it and an archangel fetch it. Go
I am blind for thy sake I see nothing. I will say thou didst break in and wrest the prisoner from
my hands by force. It is but a crazy, ancient door I will batter it down myself betwixt midnight
and the morning.
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 jailers bones for his escape.

Chapter XXV. Hendon Hall
As soon as Hendon and the King were out of sight of the constable, his Majesty was instructed to
hurry to a certain place outside the town, and wait there, whilst Hendon should go to the inn and
settle his account. Half an hour later the two friends were blithely jogging eastward on Hendons
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 moderate exercise would be pretty sure to hasten its cure; he longed to see the stricken
intellect made well again and its diseased visions driven out of the tormented little head;
therefore he resolved to move by easy stages toward the home whence he had so long been
banished, instead of obeying the impulse of his impatience and hurrying along night and day.
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 Kings 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.
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 others narratives. Hendon detailed all his
wide wanderings in search of the King, and described how the archangel had led him a fools
journey all over the forest, and taken him back to the hut, finally, when he found he could not get
rid of him. Then he said the old man went into the bedchamber and came staggering back
looking broken-hearted, and saying he had expected to find that the boy had returned and laid
down in there to rest, but it was not so. Hendon had waited at the hut all day; hope of the Kings
return died out, then, and he departed upon the quest again.
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And old Sanctum Sanctrum 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, Hendons spirits were soaring. His tongue ran constantly. He
talked about his old father, and his brother Arthur, and told of many things which illustrated their
high and generous characters; he went into loving frenzies over his Edith, and was so glad-
hearted that he was even able to say some gentle and brotherly things about Hugh. He dwelt a
deal on the coming meeting at Hendon Hall; what a surprise it would be to everybody, and what
an outburst of thanksgiving and delight there would be.
It was a fair region, dotted with cottages and orchards, and the road led through broad pasture
lands whose receding expanses, marked with gentle elevations and depressions, suggested the
swelling and subsiding undulations of the sea. In the afternoon the returning prodigal made
constant deflections from his course to see if by ascending some hillock he might not pierce the
distance and catch a glimpse of his home. At last he was successful, and cried out excitedly
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 fathers park. Ah, now thoult 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 oclock before the village was reached. The
travellers scampered through it, Hendons tongue going all the time. Here is the church covered
with the same ivy none gone, none added. Yonder is the inn, the old Red Lion, and yonder is
the market-place. Here is the Maypole, and here the pump nothing is altered; nothing but the
people, at any rate; ten years make a change in people; some of these I seem to know, but none
know me. So his chat ran on. The end of the village was soon reached; then the travellers struck
into a crooked, narrow road, walled in with tall hedges, and hurried briskly along it for half a
mile, then passed into a vast flower garden through an imposing gateway, whose huge stone
pillars bore sculptured armorial devices. A noble mansion was before them.
Welcome to Hendon Hall, my King! exclaimed Miles. Ah, tis a great day! My father and my
brother, and the Lady Edith will be so mad with joy that they will have eyes and tongue for none
but me in the first transports of the meeting, and so thoult seem but coldly welcomed but mind it
not; twill soon seem otherwise; for when I say thou art my ward, and tell them how costly is my
love for thee, thoult see them take thee to their breasts for Miles Hendons sake, and make their
house and hearts thy home for ever 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 spacious apartment;
he entered, seated the King with more hurry than ceremony, then ran toward a young man who
sat at a writing-table in front of a generous fire of logs.
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Embrace me, Hugh, he cried, and say thourt 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 curiosity, mixed with a real or
assumed compassion. Presently he said, in a mild voice
Thy wits seem touched, poor stranger; doubtless thou hast suffered privations and rude
buffetings at the worlds 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! Dost thou pretend thou knowest me not for thy brother
Miles Hendon?
An expression of pleased surprise flitted across Hughs 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 stepping briskly around him and about him
to prove him from all points of view; whilst the returned prodigal, all aglow with gladness,
smiled, laughed, and kept nodding his head and saying
Go on, brother, go on, and fear not; thoult 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, ist 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 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
What disappointment? Am I not thy brother?
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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 my brother died in battle.
It was a lie! Call thy father he will know me.
One may not call the dead.
Dead? Miless voice was subdued, and his lips trembled. My father dead! oh, this is heavy
news. Half my new joy is withered now. Prithee let me see my brother Arthur he will know me;
he will know me and console me.
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; he had forgotten the King entirely.
By-and-by his Majesty said gravely, and with a touch of genuine compassion, though the words
themselves were capable of being interpreted ironically
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, colouring slightly, do not thou condemn me wait, and thou shalt
see. I am no impostor she will say it; you shall hear it from the sweetest lips in England. I an
impostor? Why, I know this old hall, these pictures of my ancestors, and all these things that are
about us, as a child knoweth its own nursery. Here was I born and bred, my lord; I speak the
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truth; I would not deceive thee; and should none else believe, I pray thee do not thou doubt me I
could not bear it.
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 the door opened to admit Hugh,
at that moment, and saved him 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 Hendon sprang forward, crying out
Oh, my Edith, my darling
But Hugh waved him back, gravely, and said to the lady
Look upon him. Do you know him?
At the sound of Miless voice the woman had started slightly, and her cheeks had flushed; she
was trembling now. She stood still, during an impressive pause of several moments; then slowly
lifted up her head and looked into Hendons eyes with a stony and frightened gaze; the blood
sank out of her face, drop by drop, till nothing remained but the grey pallor of death; then she
said, in a voice as dead as the face, I know him not! and turned, with a moan and a stifled sob,
and tottered out of the room.
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 have seen that my wife knew
you not.
Thy wife! In an instant Hugh was pinned to the wall, with an iron grip about his throat. Oh,
thou fox-hearted slave, I see it all! Thoust writ the lying letter thyself, and my stolen bride and
goods are its fruit. There now get thee gone, lest I shame mine honourable soldiership with the
slaying of so pitiful a mannikin!
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Hugh, red-faced, and almost suffocated, reeled to the nearest chair, and commanded the servants
to seize and bind the murderous stranger. They hesitated, and one of them said
He is armed, Sir Hugh, and we are weaponless.
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 threshold, and said to Miles, Youll find it to your
advantage to offend not with useless endeavours at escape.
Escape? Spare thyself discomfort, an that is all that troubles thee. For Miles Hendon is master
of Hendon Hall and all its belongings. He will remain doubt it not.

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.
Oh, 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 distress 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.
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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 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, contrasted with matters which concern
the weal of a nation and the integrity of a throne? Then, he added, in a gentle voice, as if he
were sorry for his severity, Obey, and have no fear; I will right thee, I will make thee whole yes,
more than whole. I shall remember, and requite.
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 was a king that spoke; theres no denying it, when the
humours upon on him he doth thunder and lighten like your true King; now where got he that
trick? See him scribble and scratch away contentedly at his meaningless pot-hooks, fancying
them to be Latin and Greek and except my wit shall serve me with a lucky device for diverting
him from his purpose, I shall be forced to pretend to post away to-morrow on this wild errand he
hath invented for me.
The next moment Sir Miless thoughts had gone back to the recent episode. So absorbed was he
in his musings, that when the King presently handed him the paper which he had been writing,
he received it and pocketed it without being conscious of the act. How marvellous strange she
acted, he muttered. I think she knew me and I think she did not know me. These opinions do
conflict, I perceive it plainly; I cannot reconcile them, neither can I, by argument, dismiss either
of the two, or even persuade one to outweigh the other. The matter standeth simply thus: she
must have known my face, my figure, my voice, for how could it be otherwise? Yet she said she
knew me not, and that is proof perfect, for she cannot lie. But stop I think I begin to see.
Peradventure he hath influenced her, commanded her, compelled her to lie. That is the solution.
The riddle is unriddled. She seemed dead with fear yes, she was under his compulsion. I will
seek her; I will find her; now that he is away, she will speak her true mind. She will remember
the old times when we were little playfellows together, and this will soften her heart, and she will
no more betray me, but will confess me. There is no treacherous blood in her no, she was always
honest and true. She has loved me, in those old days this is my security; for whom one has loved,
one cannot betray.
He stepped eagerly toward the door; at that moment it opened, and the Lady Edith entered. She
was very pale, but she walked with a firm step, and her carriage was full of grace and gentle
dignity. Her face was as sad as before.
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Miles sprang forward, with a happy confidence, to meet her, but she checked him with a hardly
perceptible gesture, and he stopped where he was. She seated herself, and asked him to do
likewise. Thus simply did she take the sense of old comradeship out of him, and transform him
into a stranger and a guest. The surprise of it, the bewildering unexpectedness of it, made him
begin to question, for a moment, if he was the person he was pretending to be, after all. The Lady
Edith said
Sir, I have come to warn you. The mad cannot be persuaded out of their delusions, perchance;
but doubtless they may be persuaded to avoid perils. I think this dream of yours hath the seeming
of honest truth to you, and therefore is not criminal but do not tarry here with it; for here it is
dangerous. She looked steadily into Miless 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 this region; his power hath hardly any limit; the people prosper or starve, as
he wills. If you resembled not the man whom you profess to be, my husband might bid you
pleasure yourself with your dream in peace; but trust me, I know him well; I know what he will
do; he will say to all that you are but a mad impostor, and straightway all will echo him. She
bent upon Miles that same steady look once more, and added: If you were Miles Hendon, and
he knew it and all the region knew it consider what I am saying, weigh it well you would stand in
the same peril, your punishment would be no less sure; he would deny you and denounce you,
and none would be bold enough to give you countenance.
Most truly I believe it, said Miles, bitterly. The power that can command one life-long friend
to betray and disown another, and be obeyed, may well look to be obeyed in quarters where
bread and life are on the stake and no cobweb ties of loyalty and honour are concerned.
A faint tinge appeared for a moment in the ladys cheek, and she dropped her eyes to the floor;
but her voice betrayed 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 this miscreant. Your pretensions are a menace to his title and
possessions; you have assaulted him in his own house: you are ruined if you stay. Go do not
hesitate. If you lack money, take this purse, I beg of you, and bribe the servants to let you pass.
Oh, be warned, poor soul, and escape while you may.
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 answer me. Am I Miles Hendon?
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No. I know you not.
Swear it!
The answer was low, but distinct
I swear.
Oh, this passes belief!
Fly! Why will you 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 indignity thus put upon his royalty, but
Hendon was moody and taciturn. He was pretty thoroughly bewildered; he had come home, a
jubilant prodigal, expecting to find everybody wild with joy over his return; and instead had got
the cold shoulder and a jail. The promise and the fulfilment differed so widely that the effect was
stunning; he could not decide whether it was most tragic or most grotesque. He felt much as a
man might who had danced blithely out to enjoy a rainbow, and got struck by lightning.
But gradually his confused and tormenting thoughts settled down into some sort of order, and
then his mind centred itself upon Edith. He turned her conduct over, and examined it in all lights,
but he could not make anything satisfactory out of it. Did she know him or didnt 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.
Wrapped in prison blankets of a soiled and tattered condition, Hendon and the King passed a
troubled night. For a bribe the jailer had furnished liquor to some of the prisoners; singing of
ribald songs, fighting, shouting, and carousing was the natural consequence. At last, a while after
midnight, a man attacked a woman and nearly killed her by beating her over the head with his
manacles before the jailer could come to the rescue. The jailer restored peace by giving the man
a sound clubbing about the head and shoulders then the carousing ceased; and after that, all had
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an opportunity to sleep who did not mind the annoyance of the moanings and groanings of the
two wounded people.
During the ensuing week, the days and nights were of a monotonous sameness as to events; men
whose faces Hendon remembered more or less distinctly, came, by day, to gaze at the impostor
and repudiate and insult him; and by night the carousing and brawling went on with symmetrical
regularity. However, there was a change of incident at last. The jailer brought in an old man, and
said to him
The villain is in this room cast thy old eyes about and see if thou canst say which is he.
Hendon glanced up, and experienced a pleasant sensation for the first time since he had been in
the jail. He said to himself, This is Blake Andrews, a servant all his life in my fathers 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 earnestly, then shook his head and
said
Marry, this is no Hendon nor ever was!
Right! Thy 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 suggestive of suffocation. The old man said, vindictively
Let him bless God an he fare no worse. An I had the handling o the villain he should roast, or
I am no true man!
The jailer laughed a pleasant hyena laugh, and said
Give him a piece of thy mind, old man they all do it. Thoult 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, thourt 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
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keep a stony countenance and seem to see none here but tuppenny knaves and rubbish o the
streets. I am old and poor, Sir Miles; but say the word and I will go forth and proclaim the truth
though I be strangled for it.
No, said Hendon; thou shalt not. It would ruin thee, and yet help but little in my cause. But I
thank thee, for thou hast given me back somewhat of my lost faith in my kind.
The old servant became very valuable to Hendon and the King; for he dropped in several times a
day to abuse the former, and always smuggled in a few delicacies to help out the prison bill of
fare; he also furnished the current news. Hendon reserved the dainties for the King; without them
his Majesty might not have survived, for he was not able to eat the coarse and wretched food
provided by the jailer. Andrews was obliged to confine himself to brief visits, in order to avoid
suspicion; but he managed to impart a fair degree of information each time information delivered
in a low voice, for Hendons benefit, and interlarded with insulting epithets delivered 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 fathers health; he believed he was going to
die, and he wished to see Hugh and Edith settled in life before he passed away; but Edith begged
hard for delay, hoping for Miless return; then the letter came which brought the news of Miless
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 months respite, then another, and
finally a third; the marriage then took place by the death-bed of Sir Richard. It had not proved a
happy one. It was whispered about the country that shortly after the nuptials the bride found
among her husbands papers several rough and incomplete drafts of the fatal letter, and had
accused him of precipitating the marriage and Sir Richards 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
fathers 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 gossip which the King listened to with a lively interest
There is rumour that the King is mad. But in charity forbear to say I mentioned it, for tis death
to speak of it, they say.
His Majesty glared at the old man and said
The King is not mad, good man and thoult 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 day or two the 16th of the month and the new King
will be crowned at Westminster the 20th.
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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 favour with the Lord Protector.
What Lord Protector? asked his Majesty.
His Grace the Duke of Somerset.
What Duke of Somerset?
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 answer his most sacred Majesty King Edward the Sixth whom God preserve! Yea, and a dear
and gracious little urchin is he, too; and whether he be mad or no and they say he mendeth daily
his praises are on all mens lips; and all bless him, likewise, and offer prayers that he may be
spared to reign long in England; for he began humanely with saving the old Duke of Norfolks
life, and now is he bent on destroying the cruellest of the laws that harry and oppress the people.
This news struck his Majesty dumb with amazement, and plunged him into so deep and dismal a
reverie that he heard no more of the old mans 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
boys musings profited him nothing; the more he tried to unriddle the mystery the more
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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.
Hendons arts all failed with the King he could not be comforted; but a couple of women who
were chained near him succeeded better. Under their gentle ministrations he found peace and
learned a degree of patience. He was very grateful, and came to love them dearly and to delight
in the sweet and soothing influence of their presence. He asked them why they were in prison,
and when they said they were Baptists, he smiled, and inquired
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 avoiding an answer, so one of
them said, in a voice choked with emotion
Oh, thoult break our hearts, thou gentle spirit! God will help us to bear our
It is a confession! the King broke in. Then they will scourge thee, the stony-hearted wretches!
But oh, thou must not weep, I cannot bear it. Keep up thy courage I shall come to my own in
time to save thee from this bitter thing, and I will do it!
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 commanded that the prisoners be
conducted to the jail-yard. The King was overjoyed it would be a blessed thing to see the blue
sky and breathe the fresh air once more. He fretted and chafed at the slowness of the officers, but
his turn came at last, and he was released from his staple and ordered to follow the other
prisoners with Hendon.
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The court or quadrangle was stone-paved, and open to the sky. The prisoners entered it through a
massive archway of masonry, and were placed in file, standing, with their backs against the wall.
A rope was stretched in front of them, and they were also guarded by their officers. It was a chill
and lowering morning, and a light snow which had fallen during the night whitened the great
empty space and added to the general dismalness of its aspect. Now and then a wintry wind
shivered through the place and sent the snow eddying hither and thither.
In the centre of the court stood two women, chained to posts. A glance showed the King that
these were his good friends. He shuddered, and said to himself, Alack, they are not gone free, as
I had thought. To think that such as these should know the lash! in England! Ay, theres the
shame of it not in Heathennesse, Christian England! They will be scourged; and I, whom they
have comforted and kindly entreated, must look on and see the great wrong done; it is strange, so
strange, that I, the very source of power in this broad realm, am helpless to protect them. But let
these miscreants look well to themselves, for there is a day coming when I will require of them a
heavy reckoning for this work. For every blow they strike now, they shall feel a hundred then.
A great gate swung open, and a crowd of citizens poured in. They flocked around the two
women, and hid them from the Kings view. A clergyman entered and passed through the crowd,
and he also was hidden. The King now heard talking, back and forth, as if questions were being
asked and answered, but he could not make out what was said. Next there was a deal of bustle
and preparation, and much passing and repassing of officials through that part of the crowd that
stood on the further side of the women; and whilst this proceeded a deep hush gradually fell
upon the people.
Now, by command, the masses parted and fell aside, and the King saw a spectacle that froze the
marrow in his bones. Faggots had been piled about the two women, and a kneeling man was
lighting them!
The women bowed their heads, and covered their faces with their hands; the yellow flames began
to climb upward among the snapping and crackling faggots, and wreaths of blue smoke to stream
away on the wind; the clergyman lifted his hands and began a prayer just then two young girls
came flying through the great gate, uttering piercing screams, and threw themselves upon the
women at the stake. Instantly they were torn away by the officers, and one of them was kept in a
tight grip, but the other broke loose, saying she would die with her mother; and before she could
be stopped she had flung her arms about her mothers neck again. She was torn away once more,
and with her gown on fire. Two or three men held her, and the burning portion of her gown was
snatched off and thrown flaming aside, she struggling all the while to free herself, and saying she
would be alone in the world, now; and begging to be allowed to die with her mother. Both the
girls screamed continually, and fought for freedom; but suddenly this tumult was drowned under
a volley of heart-piercing shrieks of mortal agony the King glanced from the frantic girls to the
stake, then turned away and leaned his ashen face against the wall, and looked no more. He said,
That which I have seen, in that one little moment, will never go out from my memory, but will
abide there; and I shall see it all the days, and dream of it all the nights, till I die. Would God I
had been blind!
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Hendon was watching the King. He said to himself, with satisfaction, His disorder mendeth; he
hath changed, and groweth gentler. If he had followed his wont, he would have stormed at these
varlets, and said he was King, and commanded that the women be turned loose unscathed. Soon
his delusion will pass away and be forgotten, and his poor mind will be whole again. God speed
the day!
That same day several prisoners were brought in to remain over night, who were being
conveyed, under guard, to various places in the kingdom, to undergo punishment for crimes
committed. The King conversed with these he had made it a point, from the beginning, to
instruct himself for the kingly office by questioning prisoners whenever the opportunity offered
and the tale of their woes wrung his heart. One of them was a poor half-witted woman who had
stolen a yard or two of cloth from a weaver she was to be hanged for it. Another was a man who
had been accused of stealing a horse; he said the proof had failed, and he had imagined that he
was safe from the halter; but no he was hardly free before he was arraigned for killing a deer in
the Kings park; this was proved against him, and now he was on his way to the gallows. There
was a tradesmans apprentice whose case particularly distressed the King; this youth said he
found a hawk, one evening, that had escaped from its owner, and he took it home with him,
imagining himself entitled to it; but the court convicted him of stealing it, and sentenced him to
death.
The King was furious over these inhumanities, and wanted Hendon to break jail and fly with him
to Westminster, so that he could mount his throne and hold out his sceptre in mercy over these
unfortunate people and save their lives. Poor child, sighed Hendon, these woeful tales have
brought his malady upon him again; alack, but for this evil hap, he would have been well in a
little time.
Among these prisoners was an old lawyer a man with a strong face and a dauntless mien. Three
years past, he had written a pamphlet against the Lord Chancellor, accusing him of injustice, and
had been punished for it by the loss of his ears in the pillory, and degradation from the bar, and
in addition had been fined 3,000 pounds and sentenced to imprisonment for life. Lately he had
repeated his offence; and in consequence was now under sentence to lose what remained of his
ears, pay a fine of 5,000 pounds, be branded on both cheeks, and remain in prison for life.
These be honourable scars, he said, and turned back his grey hair and showed the mutilated
stubs of what had once been his ears.
The Kings 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 dishonoured thee, and shamed the English name, shall be
swept from the statute books. The world is made wrong; kings should go to school to their own
laws, at times, and so learn mercy.

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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
further imprisonment should not be a part of it. But he was mistaken about that. He was in a fine
fury when he found himself described as a sturdy vagabond and sentenced to sit two hours in
the stocks for bearing that character and for assaulting the master of Hendon Hall. His
pretensions as to brothership with his prosecutor, and rightful heirship to the Hendon honours
and estates, were left contemptuously unnoticed, as being not even worth examination.
He raged and threatened on his way to punishment, but it did no good; he was snatched roughly
along by the officers, and got an occasional cuff, besides, for his irreverent conduct.
The King could not pierce through the rabble that swarmed behind; so he was obliged to follow
in the rear, remote from his good friend and servant. The King had been nearly condemned to the
stocks himself for being in such bad company, but had been let off with a lecture and a warning,
in consideration of his youth. When the crowd at last halted, he flitted feverishly from point to
point around its outer rim, hunting a place to get through; and at last, after a deal of difficulty and
delay, succeeded. There sat his poor henchman in the degrading stocks, the sport and butt of a
dirty mob he, the body servant of the King of England! Edward had heard the sentence
pronounced, but he had not realised the half that it meant. His anger began to rise as the sense of
this new indignity which had been put upon him sank home; it jumped to summer heat, the next
moment, when he saw an egg sail through the air and crush itself against Hendons cheek, and
heard the 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
Oh, peace! exclaimed Hendon, in a panic, thoult 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 somewhat, to that I am well inclined. He turned to a subordinate and
said, Give the little fool a taste or two of the lash, to mend his manners.
Half a dozen will better serve his turn, suggested Sir Hugh, who had ridden up, a moment
before, to take a passing glance at the proceedings.
The King was seized. He did not even struggle, so paralysed was he with the mere thought of the
monstrous outrage that was proposed to be inflicted upon his sacred person. History was already
defiled with the record of the scourging of an English king with whips it was an intolerable
reflection that he must furnish a duplicate of that shameful page. He was in the toils, there was
no help for him; he must either take this punishment or beg for its remission. Hard conditions; he
would take the stripes a king might do that, but a king could not beg.
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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 his face and allowed unroyal tears to channel his cheeks unchecked.
Ah, brave good heart, he said to himself, this loyal deed shall never perish out of my memory.
I will not forget it and neither shall they! he added, with passion. Whilst he mused, his
appreciation of Hendons magnanimous conduct grew to greater and still greater dimensions in
his mind, and so also did his gratefulness for it. Presently he said to himself, Who saves his
prince from wounds and possible death and this he did for me performs high service; but it is
little it is nothing oh, less than nothing! when tis weighed against the act of him who saves his
prince from shame!
Hendon made no outcry under the scourge, but bore the heavy blows with soldierly fortitude.
This, together with his redeeming the boy by taking his stripes for him, compelled the respect of
even that forlorn and degraded mob that was gathered there; and its gibes and hootings died
away, and no sound remained but the sound of the falling blows. The stillness that pervaded the
place, when Hendon found himself once more in the stocks, was in strong contrast with the
insulting clamour which had prevailed there so little a while before. The King came softly to
Hendons side, and whispered in his ear
Kings cannot ennoble thee, thou good, great soul, for One who is higher than kings hath done
that for thee; but a king can confirm thy nobility to men. He picked up the scourge from the
ground, touched Hendons bleeding shoulders lightly 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 humour of the
situation and circumstances so undermined his gravity that it was all he could do to keep some
sign of his inward mirth from showing outside. To be suddenly hoisted, naked and gory, from the
common stocks to the Alpine altitude and splendour of an Earldom, seemed to him the last
possibility in the line of the grotesque. He said to himself, Now am I finely tinselled, indeed!
The spectre-knight of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows is become a spectre-earl a dizzy
flight for a callow wing! An this go on, I shall presently be hung like a very maypole with
fantastic gauds and make-believe honours. But I shall value them, all valueless as they are, for
the love that doth bestow them. Better these poor mock dignities of mine, that come unasked,
from a clean hand and a right spirit, than real ones bought by servility from grudging and
interested power.
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
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far as to venture a remark in favour of the prisoner, or in compliment to him; but no matter the
absence of abuse was a sufficient homage in itself. A late comer who was not posted as to the
present circumstances, and who delivered a sneer at the impostor, and was in the act of
following it with a dead cat, was promptly knocked down and kicked out, without any words,
and then the deep quiet resumed sway once more.

Chapter XXIX. To London
When Hendons term of service in the stocks was finished, he was released and ordered to quit
the region and come back no more. His sword was restored to him, and also his mule and his
donkey. He mounted and rode off, followed by the King, the crowd opening with quiet
respectfulness to let them pass, and then dispersing when they were gone.
Hendon was soon absorbed in thought. There were questions of high import to be answered.
What should he do? Whither should he go? Powerful help must be found somewhere, or he must
relinquish his inheritance and remain under the imputation of being an impostor besides. Where
could he hope to find this powerful help? Where, indeed! It was a knotty question. By-and-by a
thought occurred to him which pointed to a possibility the slenderest of slender possibilities,
certainly, but still worth considering, for lack of any other that promised anything at all. He
remembered what old Andrews had said about the young Kings goodness and his generous
championship of the wronged and unfortunate. Why not go and try to get speech of him and beg
for justice? Ah, yes, but could so fantastic a pauper get admission to the august presence of a
monarch? Never mind let that matter take care of itself; it was a bridge that would not need to be
crossed till he should come to it. He was an old campaigner, and used to inventing shifts and
expedients: no doubt he would be able to find a way. Yes, he would strike for the capital. Maybe
his fathers old friend Sir Humphrey Marlow would help him good old Sir Humphrey, Head
Lieutenant of the late Kings kitchen, or stables, or something Miles could not remember just
what or which. Now that he had something to turn his energies to, a distinctly defined object to
accomplish, the fog of humiliation and depression which had settled down upon his spirits lifted
and blew away, and he raised his head and looked about him. He was surprised to see how far he
had come; the village was away behind him. The King was jogging along in his wake, with his
head bowed; for he, too, was deep in plans and thinkings. A sorrowful misgiving clouded
Hendons new-born cheerfulness: would the boy be willing to go again to a city where, during all
his brief life, he had never known anything but ill-usage and pinching want? But the question
must be asked; it could not be avoided; so Hendon reined up, and called out
I had forgotten to inquire whither we are bound. Thy commands, my liege!
To London!
Hendon moved on again, mightily contented with the answer but astounded at it too.
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The whole journey was made without an adventure of importance. But it ended with one. About
ten oclock on the night of the 19th of February they stepped upon London Bridge, in the midst
of a writhing, struggling jam of howling and hurrahing people, whose beer-jolly faces stood out
strongly in the glare from manifold torches and at that instant the decaying head of some former
duke or other grandee tumbled down between them, striking Hendon on the elbow and then
bounding off among the hurrying confusion of feet. So evanescent and unstable are mens 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 persons friend. It was the right ripe time for a free fight, for
the festivities of the morrow Coronation Day were already beginning; everybody was full of
strong drink and patriotism; within five minutes the free fight was occupying a good deal of
ground; within ten or twelve it covered an acre of so, and was become a riot. By this time
Hendon and the King were hopelessly separated from each other and lost in the rush and turmoil
of the roaring masses of humanity. And so we leave them.

Chapter XXX. Toms 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 impartially, the mock King Tom Canty enjoyed quite a 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 confident bearing. He worked the
whipping-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 personages 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 procession of officers of state and gentlemen-at-arms; insomuch, indeed, that he
doubled his guard of gentlemen-at-arms, and made them a hundred. He liked to hear the bugles
sounding down the long corridors, and the distant voices responding, Way for the King!
He even learned to enjoy sitting in throned state in council, and seeming to be something more
than the Lord Protectors mouthpiece. He liked to receive great ambassadors and their gorgeous
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trains, and listen to the affectionate messages they brought from illustrious monarchs who called
him brother. O happy Tom Canty, late of Offal Court!
He enjoyed his splendid clothes, and ordered more: he found his four hundred servants too few
for his proper grandeur, and trebled them. The adulation of salaaming courtiers came to be sweet
music to his ears. He remained kind and gentle, and a sturdy and determined champion of all that
were oppressed, and he made tireless war upon unjust laws: yet upon occasion, being offended,
he could turn upon an earl, or even a duke, and give him a look that would make him tremble.
Once, when his royal sister, the grimly holy Lady Mary, set herself to reason with him against
the wisdom of his course in pardoning so many people who would otherwise be jailed, or
hanged, or burned, and reminded him that their august late fathers prisons had sometimes
contained as high as sixty thousand convicts at one time, and that during his admirable reign he
had delivered seventy-two thousand thieves and robbers over to death by the executioner, the
boy was filled with generous indignation, and commanded her to go to her closet, and beseech
God to take away the stone that was in her breast, and give her a human heart.
Did Tom Canty never feel troubled about the poor little rightful prince who had treated him so
kindly, and flown out with such hot zeal to avenge him upon the insolent sentinel at the palace-
gate? Yes; his first royal days and nights were pretty well sprinkled with painful thoughts about
the lost prince, and with sincere longings for his return, and happy restoration to his native rights
and splendours. But as time wore on, and the prince did not come, Toms 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.
Toms poor mother and sisters travelled the same road out of his mind. At first he pined for
them, sorrowed for them, longed to see them, but later, the thought of their coming some day in
their rags and dirt, and betraying him with their kisses, and pulling him down from his lofty
place, and dragging him back to penury and degradation and the slums, made him shudder. At
last they ceased to trouble his thoughts almost wholly. And he was content, even glad: for,
whenever their mournful and accusing faces did rise before him now, they made him feel more
despicable than the worms that crawl.
At midnight of the 19th of February, Tom Canty was sinking to sleep in his rich bed in the
palace, guarded by his loyal vassals, and surrounded by the pomps of royalty, a happy boy; for
tomorrow was the day appointed for his solemn crowning as King of England. At that same hour,
Edward, the true king, hungry and thirsty, soiled and draggled, worn with travel, and clothed in
rags and shreds his share of the results of the riot was wedged in among a crowd of people who
were watching with deep interest certain hurrying gangs of workmen who streamed in and out of
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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 English world was out
in its strength to give loyal welcome to the great day.
Presently Tom found himself once more the chief figure in a wonderful floating pageant on the
Thames; for by ancient custom the recognition procession through London must start from the
Tower, and he was bound thither.
When he arrived there, the sides of the venerable fortress seemed suddenly rent in a thousand
places, and from every rent leaped a red tongue of flame and a white gush of smoke; a deafening
explosion followed, which drowned the shoutings of the multitude, and made the ground
tremble; the flame-jets, the smoke, and the explosions, were repeated over and over again with
marvellous celerity, so that in a few moments the old Tower disappeared in the vast fog of its
own smoke, all but the very top of the tall pile called the White Tower; this, with its banners,
stood out above the dense bank of vapour as a mountain-peak projects above a cloud-rack.
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 Kings Guard formed in single ranks on either side, clad in burnished armour; after
the Protector followed a seemingly interminable procession of resplendent nobles attended by
their vassals; after these came the lord mayor and the aldermanic body, in crimson velvet robes,
and with their gold chains across their breasts; and after these the officers and members of all the
guilds of London, in rich raiment, and bearing the showy banners of the several corporations.
Also in the procession, as a special guard of honour through the city, was the Ancient and
Honourable Artillery Company an organisation already three hundred years old at that time, and
the only military body in England possessing the privilege (which it still possesses in our day) of
holding itself independent of the commands of Parliament. It was a brilliant spectacle, and was
hailed with acclamations all along the line, as it took its stately way through the packed
multitudes of citizens. The chronicler says, The King, as he entered the city, was received by the
people with prayers, welcomings, cries, and tender words, and all signs which argue an earnest
love of subjects toward their sovereign; and the King, by holding up his glad countenance to
such as stood afar off, and most tender language to those that stood nigh his Grace, showed
himself no less thankful to receive the peoples goodwill than they to offer it. To all that wished
him well, he gave thanks. To such as bade God save his Grace, he said in return, God save
you all! and added that he thanked them with all his heart. Wonderfully transported were the
people with the loving answers and gestures of their King.
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 much as hearts can think; Welcome, again, as much as tongue can tell,
Welcome to joyous tongues, and hearts that will not shrink: God thee preserve, we pray, and
wish thee ever well.
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The people burst forth in a glad shout, repeating with one voice what the child had said. Tom
Canty gazed abroad over the surging sea of eager faces, and his heart swelled with exultation;
and he felt that the one thing worth living for in this world was to be a king, and a nations idol.
Presently he caught sight, at a distance, of a couple of his ragged Offal Court comrades one of
them the lord high admiral in his late mimic court, the other the first lord of the bedchamber in
the same pretentious fiction; and his pride swelled higher than ever. Oh, if they could only
recognise him now! What unspeakable glory it would be, if they could recognise him, and realise
that the derided mock king of the slums and back alleys was become a real King, with illustrious
dukes and princes for his humble menials, and the English world at his feet! But he had to deny
himself, and choke down his desire, for such a recognition might cost more than it would come
to: so he turned away his head, and left the two soiled lads to go on with their shoutings and glad
adulations, unsuspicious of whom it was they were lavishing them upon.
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 arch, beneath which was a stage, which stretched from one side of
the street to the other. This was an historical pageant, representing the Kings immediate
progenitors. There sat Elizabeth of York in the midst of an immense white rose, whose petals
formed elaborate furbelows around her; by her side was Henry VII., issuing out of a vast red
rose, disposed in the same manner: the hands of the royal pair were locked together, and the
wedding-ring ostentatiously displayed. From the red and white roses proceeded a stem, which
reached up to a second stage, occupied by Henry VIII., issuing from a red and white rose, with
the effigy of the new Kings mother, Jane Seymour, represented by his side. One branch sprang
from this pair, which mounted to a third stage, where sat the effigy of Edward VI. himself,
enthroned in royal majesty; and the whole pageant was framed with wreaths of roses, red and
white.
This quaint and gaudy spectacle so wrought upon the rejoicing people, that their acclamations
utterly smothered the small voice of the child whose business it was to explain the thing in
eulogistic rhymes. But Tom Canty was not sorry; for this loyal uproar was sweeter music to him
than any poetry, no matter what its quality might be. Whithersoever Tom turned his happy young
face, the people recognised the exactness of his effigys 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 typified and
exalted some virtue, or talent, or merit, of the little Kings. Throughout the whole of Cheapside,
from every penthouse and window, hung banners and streamers; and the richest carpets, stuffs,
and cloth-of-gold tapestried the streets specimens of the great wealth of the stores within; and the
splendour of this thoroughfare was equalled in the other streets, and in some even surpassed.
And all these wonders and these marvels are to welcome me me! murmured Tom Canty.
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The mock Kings cheeks were flushed with excitement, his eyes were flashing, his senses swam
in a delirium of pleasure. At this point, just as he was raising his hand to fling another rich
largess, he caught sight of a pale, astounded face, which was strained forward out of the second
rank of the crowd, its intense eyes riveted upon him. A sickening consternation struck through
him; he recognised his mother! and up flew his hand, palm outward, before his eyes that old
involuntary gesture, born of a forgotten episode, and perpetuated by habit. In an instant more she
had torn her way out of the press, and past the guards, and was at his side. She embraced his leg,
she covered it with kisses, she cried, O my child, my darling! lifting toward him a face that
was transfigured with joy and love. The same instant an officer of the Kings Guard snatched her
away with a curse, and sent her reeling back whence she came with a vigorous impulse from his
strong arm. The words I do not know you, woman! were falling from Tom Cantys lips when
this piteous thing occurred; but it smote him to the heart to see her treated so; and as she turned
for a last glimpse of him, whilst the crowd was swallowing her from his sight, she seemed so
wounded, so broken-hearted, that a shame fell upon him which consumed his pride to ashes, and
withered his stolen royalty. His grandeurs were stricken valueless: they seemed to fall away
from him like rotten rags.
The procession moved on, and still on, through ever augmenting splendours and ever
augmenting tempests of welcome; but to Tom Canty they were as if they had not been. He
neither saw nor heard. Royalty had lost its grace and sweetness; its pomps were become a
reproach. Remorse was eating his heart out. He said, Would God I were free of my captivity!
He had unconsciously dropped back into the phraseology of the first days of his compulsory
greatness.
The shining pageant still went winding like a radiant and interminable serpent down the crooked
lanes of the quaint old city, and through the huzzaing hosts; but still the King rode with bowed
head and vacant eyes, seeing only his mothers 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 accusing conscience a voice which kept repeating those shameful
words, I do not know you, woman!
The words smote upon the Kings 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, sprang into view; the
pent clamours of waiting batteries were released; new raptures poured from the throats of the
waiting multitudes: but the King gave no sign, and the accusing voice that went moaning through
his comfortless breast was all the sound he heard.
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By-and-by the gladness in the faces of the populace changed a little, and became touched with a
something like solicitude or anxiety: an abatement in the volume of the applause was observable
too. The Lord Protector was quick to notice these things: he was as quick to detect the cause. He
spurred to the Kings 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 vapours, and disperse them. Lift up thy face, and smile upon 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 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 peoples 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 humours; the eyes of the world are upon thee. Then he
added with sharp annoyance, Perdition catch that crazy pauper! twas she that hath disturbed
your Highness.
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 again!

Chapter XXXII. Coronation Day
Let us go backward a few hours, and place ourselves in Westminster Abbey, at four oclock in
the morning of this memorable Coronation Day. We are not without company; for although it is
still night, we find the torch-lighted galleries already filling up with people who are well content
to sit still and wait seven or eight hours till the time shall come for them to see what they may
not hope to see twice in their lives the coronation of a King. Yes, London and Westminster have
been astir ever since the warning guns boomed at three oclock, and already crowds of untitled
rich folk who have bought the privilege of trying to find sitting-room in the galleries are flocking
in at the entrances reserved for their sort.
The hours drag along tediously enough. All stir has ceased for some time, for every gallery has
long ago been packed. We may sit, now, and look and think at our leisure. We have glimpses,
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here and there and yonder, through the dim cathedral twilight, of portions of many galleries and
balconies, wedged full with other people, the other portions of these galleries and balconies
being cut off from sight by intervening pillars and architectural projections. We have in view the
whole of the great north transept empty, and waiting for Englands privileged ones. We see also
the ample area or platform, carpeted with rich stuffs, whereon the throne stands. The throne
occupies the centre of the platform, and is raised above it upon an elevation of four steps. Within
the seat of the throne is enclosed a rough flat rock the stone of Scone which many generations of
Scottish kings sat on to be crowned, and so it in time became holy enough to answer a like
purpose for English monarchs. Both the throne and its footstool are covered with cloth of gold.
Stillness reigns, the torches blink dully, the time drags heavily. But at last the lagging daylight
asserts itself, the torches are extinguished, and a mellow radiance suffuses the great spaces. All
features of the noble building are distinct now, but soft and dreamy, for the sun is lightly veiled
with clouds.
At seven oclock the first break in the drowsy monotony occurs; for on the stroke of this hour the
first peeress enters the transept, clothed like Solomon for splendour, and is conducted to her
appointed place by an official clad in satins and velvets, whilst a duplicate of him gathers up the
ladys long train, follows after, and, when the lady is seated, arranges the train across her lap for
her. He then places her footstool according to her desire, after which he puts her coronet where it
will be convenient to her hand when the time for the simultaneous coroneting of the nobles shall
arrive.
By this time the peeresses are flowing in in a glittering stream, and the satin-clad officials are
flitting and glinting everywhere, seating them and making them comfortable. The scene is
animated enough now. There is stir and life, and shifting colour everywhere. After a time, quiet
reigns again; for the peeresses are all come and are all in their places, a solid acre or such a
matter, of human flowers, resplendent in variegated colours, and frosted like a Milky Way with
diamonds. There are all ages here: brown, wrinkled, white-haired dowagers who are able to go
back, and still back, down the stream of time, and recall the crowning of Richard iii. and the
troublous days of that old forgotten age; and there are handsome middle-aged dames; and lovely
and gracious young matrons; and gentle and beautiful young girls, with beaming eyes and fresh
complexions, who may possibly put on their jewelled coronets awkwardly when the great time
comes; for the matter will be new to them, and their excitement will be a sore hindrance. Still,
this may not happen, for the hair of all these ladies has been arranged with a special view to the
swift and successful lodging of the crown in its place when the signal comes.
We have seen that this massed array of peeresses is sown thick with diamonds, and we also see
that it is a marvellous spectacle but now we are about to be astonished in earnest. About nine, the
clouds suddenly break away and a shaft of sunshine cleaves the mellow atmosphere, and drifts
slowly along the ranks of ladies; and every rank it touches flames into a dazzling splendour of
many-coloured fires, and we tingle to our finger-tips with the electric thrill that is shot through us
by the surprise and the beauty of the spectacle! Presently a special envoy from some distant
corner of the Orient, marching with the general body of foreign ambassadors, crosses this bar of
sunshine, and we catch our breath, the glory that streams and flashes and palpitates about him is
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so overpowering; for he is crusted from head to heel with gems, and his slightest movement
showers a dancing radiance all around him.
Let us change the tense for convenience. The time drifted along one hour two hours two hours
and a half; then the deep booming of artillery told that the King and his grand procession had
arrived at last; so the waiting multitude rejoiced. All knew that a further delay must follow, for
the King must be prepared and robed for the solemn ceremony; but this delay would be
pleasantly occupied by the assembling of the peers of the realm in their stately robes. These were
conducted ceremoniously to their seats, and their coronets placed conveniently at hand; and
meanwhile the multitude in the galleries were alive with interest, for most of them were
beholding for the first time, dukes, earls, and barons, whose names had been historical for five
hundred years. When all were finally seated, the spectacle from the galleries and all coigns of
vantage was complete; a gorgeous one to look upon and to remember.
Now the robed and mitred great heads of the church, and their attendants, filed in upon the
platform and took their appointed places; these were followed by the Lord Protector and other
great officials, and these again by a steel-clad detachment of the Guard.
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-Kings head. In the same instant a
rainbow-radiance flashed along the spacious transept; for with one impulse every individual in
the great concourse of nobles lifted a coronet and poised it over his or her head and paused in
that attitude.
A deep hush pervaded the Abbey. At this impressive moment, a startling apparition intruded
upon the scene an apparition observed by none in the absorbed multitude, until it suddenly
appeared, moving up the great central aisle. It was a boy, bareheaded, ill shod, and clothed in
coarse plebeian garments that were falling to rags. He raised his hand with a solemnity which ill
comported with his soiled and sorry aspect, and delivered this note of warning
I forbid you to set the crown of England upon that forfeited head. I am the King!
In an instant several indignant hands were laid upon the boy; but in the same instant Tom Canty,
in his regal vestments, made a swift step forward, and cried out in a ringing voice
Loose him and forbear! He is the King!
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A sort of panic of astonishment swept the assemblage, and they partly rose in their places and
stared in a bewildered way at one another and at the chief figures in this scene, like persons who
wondered whether they were awake and in their senses, or asleep and dreaming. The Lord
Protector was as amazed as the rest, but quickly recovered himself, and exclaimed in a voice of
authority
Mind not his Majesty, his malady is upon him again seize the vagabond!
He would have been obeyed, but the mock-King stamped his foot and cried out
On your peril! 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
Oh, my lord the King, let poor Tom Canty be first to swear fealty to thee, and say, Put on thy
crown and enter into thine own again!
The Lord Protectors eye fell sternly upon the new-comers 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
respectfulness
By your favour, 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 Kings apartments, and those of the Prince of Wales.
It was strange; it was wonderful; yes, it was unaccountable so all said that heard it. The tide was
beginning to turn, and Tom Cantys hopes to run high, when the Lord Protector shook his head
and said
It is true it is most wonderful but it is no more than our lord the King likewise can do. This
remark, and this reference to himself as still the King, saddened Tom Canty, and he felt his hopes
crumbling from under him. These are not proofs, added the Protector.
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The tide was turning very fast now, very fast indeed but in the wrong direction; it was leaving
poor Tom Canty stranded on the throne, and sweeping the other out to sea. The Lord Protector
communed with himself shook his head the thought forced itself upon him, It is perilous to the
State and to us all, to entertain so fateful a riddle as this; it could divide the nation and undermine
the throne. He turned and said
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 considered by the great officials was
manifested by the silent applause that shot from eye to eye around their circle in the form of
bright approving glances. Yes, none but the true prince could dissolve the stubborn mystery of
the vanished Great Seal this forlorn little impostor had been taught his lesson well, but here his
teachings must fail, for his teacher himself could not answer that question ah, very good, very
good indeed; now we shall be rid of this troublesome and perilous business in short order! And
so they nodded invisibly and smiled inwardly with satisfaction, and looked to see this foolish lad
stricken with a palsy of guilty confusion. How surprised they were, then, to see nothing of the
sort happen how they marvelled to hear him answer up promptly, in a confident and untroubled
voice, and say
There is nought in this riddle that is difficult. Then, without so much as a by-your-leave to
anybody, he turned and gave this command, with the easy manner of one accustomed to doing
such things: My Lord St. John, go you to my private cabinet in the palace for none knoweth the
place better than you and, close down to the floor, in the left corner remotest from the door that
opens from the ante-chamber, you shall find in the wall a brazen nail-head; press upon it and a
little jewel-closet will fly open which not even you do know of no, nor any soul else in all the
world but me and the trusty artisan that did contrive it for me. The first thing that falleth under
your eye will be the Great Seal fetch it hither.
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 heard the Kings command? Go!
The Lord St. John made a deep obeisance and it was observed that it was a significantly cautious
and non-committal one, it not being delivered at either of the kings, but at the neutral ground
about half-way between the two and took his leave.
Now began a movement of the gorgeous particles of that official group which was slow, scarcely
perceptible, and yet steady and persistent a movement such as is observed in a kaleidoscope that
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is turned slowly, whereby the components of one splendid cluster fall away and join themselves
to another a movement which, little by little, in the present case, dissolved the glittering crowd
that stood about Tom Canty and clustered it together again in the neighbourhood of the new-
comer. Tom Canty stood almost alone. Now ensued a brief season of deep suspense and waiting
during which even the few faint hearts still remaining near Tom Canty gradually scraped
together courage enough to glide, one by one, over to the majority. So at last Tom Canty, in his
royal robes and jewels, stood wholly alone and isolated from the world, a conspicuous figure,
occupying an eloquent vacancy.
Now the Lord St. John was seen returning. As he advanced up the mid-aisle the interest was so
intense that the low murmur of conversation in the great assemblage died out and was succeeded
by a profound hush, a breathless stillness, through which his footfalls pulsed with a dull and
distant sound. Every eye was fastened upon him as he moved along. He reached the platform,
paused a moment, then moved toward Tom Canty with a deep obeisance, and said
Sire, the Seal is not there!
A mob does not melt away from the presence of a plague-patient with more haste than the band
of pallid and terrified courtiers melted away from the presence of the shabby little claimant of the
Crown. In a moment he stood all alone, without friend or supporter, a target upon which was
concentrated a bitter fire of scornful and angry looks. The Lord Protector called out fiercely
Cast the beggar into the street, and scourge him through the town the paltry knave 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!
The Lord Protector was perplexed in the last 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 ones ken, and one does not think it matter for surprise; but how so bulky a
thing as the Seal of England can vanish away and no man be able to get track of it again a massy
golden disk
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? Oh, now I know what this Great Seal is that theres been such worry and pother about. An
ye had described it to me, ye could have had it three weeks ago. Right well I know where it lies;
but it was not I that put it there first.
Who, then, my liege? asked the Lord Protector.
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He that stands there the rightful King of England. And he shall tell you himself where it lies
then you will believe he knew it of his own knowledge. Bethink thee, my King spur thy memory
it was the last, the very last thing thou didst that day before thou didst rush forth from the palace,
clothed in my rags, to punish the soldier that insulted me.
A silence ensued, undisturbed by a movement or a whisper, and all eyes were fixed upon the
new-comer, who stood, with bent head and corrugated brow, groping in his memory among a
thronging multitude of valueless recollections for one single little elusive fact, which, found,
would seat him upon a throne unfound, would leave him as he was, for good and all a pauper and
an outcast. Moment after moment passed the moments built themselves into minutes still the boy
struggled silently on, and gave no sign. But at last he heaved a sigh, shook his head slowly, and
said, with a trembling lip and in a despondent voice
I call the scene back all of it but the Seal hath no place in it. He paused, then looked up, and
said with gentle dignity, My lords and gentlemen, if ye will rob your rightful sovereign of his
own for lack of this evidence which he is not able to furnish, I may not stay ye, being powerless.
But
Oh, folly, oh, madness, my King! cried Tom Canty, in a panic, wait! think! Do not give up!
the cause is not lost! Nor shall be, neither! List to what I say follow every word I am going to
bring that morning back again, every hap just as it happened. We talked I told you of my sisters,
Nan and Bet ah, yes, you remember that; and about mine old grandam and the rough games of
the lads of Offal Court yes, you remember these things also; very well, follow me still, you shall
recall everything. You gave me food and drink, and did with princely courtesy send away the
servants, so that my low breeding might not shame me before them ah, yes, this also you
remember.
As Tom checked off his details, and the other boy nodded his head in recognition of them, the
great audience and the officials stared in puzzled wonderment; the tale sounded like true history,
yet how could this impossible conjunction between a prince and a beggar-boy have come about?
Never was a company of people so perplexed, so interested, and so stupefied, before.
For a jest, my prince, we did exchange garments. Then we stood before a mirror; and so alike
were we that both said it seemed as if there had been no change made yes, you remember that.
Then you noticed that the soldier had hurt my hand look! here it is, I cannot yet even write with
it, the fingers are so stiff. At this your Highness sprang up, vowing vengeance upon that soldier,
and ran towards the door you passed a table that thing you call the Seal lay on that table you
snatched it up and looked eagerly about, as if for a place to hide it your eye caught sight of
There, tis sufficient! and the good God be thanked! exclaimed the ragged claimant, in a
mighty excitement. Go, my good St. John in an arm-piece of the Milanese armour that hangs on
the wall, thoult find the Seal!
Right, my King! right! cried Tom Canty; Now the sceptre of England is thine own; and it
were better for him that would dispute it that he had been born dumb! Go, my Lord St. John, give
thy feet wings!
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The whole assemblage was on its feet now, and well-nigh out of its mind with uneasiness,
apprehension, and consuming excitement. On the floor and on the platform a deafening buzz of
frantic conversation burst forth, and for some time nobody knew anything or heard anything or
was interested in anything but what his neighbour was shouting into his ear, or he was shouting
into his neighbours ear. Time nobody knew how much of it swept by unheeded and unnoted. At
last a sudden hush fell upon the house, and in the same moment St. John appeared upon the
platform, and held the Great Seal aloft in his hand. Then such a shout went up
Long live the true King!
For five minutes the air quaked with shouts and the crash of musical instruments, and was white
with a storm of waving handkerchiefs; and through it all a ragged lad, the most conspicuous
figure in England, stood, flushed and happy and proud, in the centre of the spacious platform,
with the great vassals of the kingdom kneeling around him.
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.
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 I had not got my crown again none shall lay a hand upon him
to harm him. And as for thee, my good uncle, my Lord Protector, this conduct of thine is not
grateful toward this poor lad, for I hear he hath made thee a duke the Protector blushed yet he
was not a king; wherefore what is thy fine title worth now? To-morrow you shall sue to me,
through him, for its confirmation, else no duke, but a simple earl, shalt thou remain.
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 Toms cheeks, and he dropped his eyes and was silent.
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Speak up, good lad, and fear nothing, said the King. How used you the Great Seal of
England?
Tom stammered 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.
Meantime the sumptuous robe of state had been removed from Toms shoulders to the Kings,
whose rags were effectually hidden from sight under it. Then the coronation ceremonies were
resumed; the true King was anointed and the crown set upon his head, whilst cannon thundered
the news to the city, and all London seemed to rock with applause.

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 money 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 haunts, for that is the instinct of unsound minds, when homeless and
forsaken, as well as of sound ones. Whereabouts were his former haunts? His rags, taken
together with the low villain who seemed to know him and who even claimed to be his father,
indicated that his home was in one or another of the poorest and meanest districts of London.
Would the search for him be difficult, or long? No, it was likely to be easy and brief. He would
not hunt for the boy, he would hunt for a crowd; in the centre of a big crowd or a little one,
sooner or later, he should find his poor little friend, sure; and the mangy mob would be
entertaining itself with pestering and aggravating the boy, who would be proclaiming himself
King, as usual. Then Miles Hendon would cripple some of those people, and carry off his little
ward, and comfort and cheer him with loving words, and the two would never be separated any
more.
So Miles started on his quest. Hour after hour he tramped through back alleys and squalid streets,
seeking groups and crowds, and finding no end of them, but never any sign of the boy. This
greatly surprised him, but did not discourage him. To his notion, there was nothing the matter
with his plan of campaign; the only miscalculation about it was that the campaign was becoming
a lengthy one, whereas he had expected it to be short.
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When daylight arrived, at last, he had made many a mile, and canvassed many a crowd, but the
only result was that he was tolerably tired, rather hungry and very sleepy. He wanted some
breakfast, but there was no way to get it. To beg for it did not occur to him; as to pawning his
sword, he would as soon have thought of parting with his honour; he could spare some of his
clothes yes, but one could as easily find a customer for a disease as for such clothes.
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 oclock he approached the palace; and although a host of showy people were
about him, moving in the same direction, he was not inconspicuous his costume took care of that.
He watched these peoples faces narrowly, hoping to find a charitable one whose possessor
might be willing to carry his name to the old lieutenant as to trying to get into the palace himself,
that was simply out of the question.
Presently our whipping-boy passed him, then wheeled about and scanned his figure well, saying
to himself, An that is not the very vagabond his Majesty is in such a worry about, then am I an
ass though belike I was that before. He answereth the description to a rag that God should make
two such would be to cheapen miracles by wasteful repetition. I would I could contrive an
excuse to speak with him.
Miles Hendon saved him the trouble; for he turned about, then, as a man generally will when
somebody mesmerises him by gazing hard at him from behind; and observing a strong interest in
the boys eyes, he stepped toward him and said
You have just come out from the palace; do you belong there?
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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 favour 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
mattereth not, this is his twin brother, and can give his Majesty news of tother Sir-Odds-and-
Ends, I warrant. So he said to Miles, Step in there a moment, good sir, and wait till I bring you
word.
Hendon retired to the place indicated it was a recess sunk in the palace wall, with a stone bench
in it a shelter for sentinels in bad weather. He had hardly seated himself when some halberdiers,
in charge of an officer, passed by. The officer saw him, halted his men, and commanded Hendon
to come forth. He obeyed, and was promptly arrested as a suspicious character prowling within
the precincts of the palace. Things began to look ugly. Poor Miles was going to explain, but the
officer roughly silenced him, and ordered his men to disarm him and search him.
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
recognised the pot-hooks made by his lost little friend that black day at Hendon Hall. The
officers face grew dark as he read the English paragraph, and Miles blenched to the opposite
colour 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 halberdiers.
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Now is my evil luck ended at last, muttered Hendon, for I shall dangle at a ropes 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 economise in sin, I would throttle this knave for his mock courtesy.
The two traversed a populous court, and arrived at the grand entrance of the palace, where the
officer, with another bow, delivered Hendon into the hands of a gorgeous official, who received
him with profound respect and led him forward through a great hall, lined on both sides with
rows of splendid flunkeys (who made reverential obeisance as the two passed along, but fell into
death-throes of silent laughter at our stately scarecrow the moment his back was turned), and up
a broad staircase, among flocks of fine folk, and finally conducted him into a vast room, clove a
passage for him through the assembled nobility of England, then made a bow, reminded him to
take his hat off, and left him standing in the middle of the room, a mark for all eyes, for plenty of
indignant frowns, and for a sufficiency of amused and derisive smiles.
Miles Hendon was entirely bewildered. There sat the young King, under a canopy of state, five
steps away, with his head bent down and aside, speaking with a sort of human bird of paradise a
duke, maybe. Hendon observed to himself that it was hard enough to be sentenced to death in the
full vigour of life, without having this peculiarly public humiliation added. He wished the King
would hurry about it some of the gaudy people near by were becoming pretty offensive. At this
moment the King raised his head slightly, and Hendon caught a good view of his face. The sight
nearly took his breath away! He stood gazing at the fair young face like one transfixed; then
presently ejaculated
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, gathered up a chair, brought it back,
planted it on the floor, and sat down in it!
A buzz of indignation broke out, a rough hand was laid upon him and a voice exclaimed
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Up, thou mannerless clown! wouldst sit in the presence of the King?
The disturbance attracted his Majestys 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 servant, Miles
Hendon, who interposed his good sword and saved his prince from bodily harm and possible
death and for this he is a knight, by the Kings voice. Also learn, that for a higher service, in that
he saved his sovereign stripes and shame, taking these upon himself, he is a peer of England,
Earl of Kent, and shall have gold and lands meet for the dignity. More the privilege which he
hath just exercised is his by royal grant; for we have ordained that the chiefs of his line shall
have and hold the right to sit in the presence of the Majesty of England henceforth, age after age,
so long as the crown shall endure. Molest him not.
Two persons, who, through delay, had only arrived from the country during this morning, and
had now been in this room only five minutes, stood listening to these words and looking at the
King, then at the scarecrow, then at the King again, in a sort of torpid bewilderment. These were
Sir Hugh and the Lady Edith. But the new Earl did not see them. He was still staring at the
monarch, in a dazed way, and muttering
Oh, body o me! This my pauper! This my lunatic! This is he whom I would show what
grandeur was, in my house of seventy rooms and seven-and-twenty servants! This is he who had
never known aught but rags for raiment, kicks for comfort, and offal for diet! This is he whom I
adopted and would make respectable! Would God I had a bag to hide my head in!
Then his manners suddenly came back to him, and he dropped upon his knees, with his hands
between the Kings, and swore allegiance and did homage for his lands and titles. Then he rose
and stood respectfully aside, a mark still for all eyes and much envy, too.
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 the room, now; the assemblage fell apart, and Tom Canty,
quaintly but richly clothed, marched down, between these living walls, preceded by an usher. He
knelt before the King, who said
I have learned the story of these past few weeks, and am well pleased with thee. Thou hast
governed the realm with right royal gentleness and mercy. Thou hast found thy mother and thy
sisters again? Good; they shall be cared for and thy father shall hang, if thou desire it and the law
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consent. Know, all ye that hear my voice, that from this day, they that abide in the shelter of
Christs Hospital and share the Kings bounty shall have their minds and hearts fed, as well as
their baser parts; and this boy shall dwell there, and hold the chief place in its honourable body
of governors, during life. And for that he hath been a king, it is meet that other than common
observance shall be his due; wherefore note this his dress of state, for by it he shall be known,
and none shall copy it; and wheresoever he shall come, it shall remind the people that he hath
been royal, in his time, and none shall deny him his due of reverence or fail to give him
salutation. He hath the thrones protection, he hath the crowns support, he shall be known and
called by the honourable title of the Kings Ward.
The proud and happy Tom Canty rose and kissed the Kings hand, and was conducted from the
presence. He did not waste any time, but flew to his mother, to tell her and Nan and Bet all about
it and get them to help him enjoy the great news.

Conclusion
Justice and retribution.
When the mysteries were all cleared up, it came out, by confession of Hugh Hendon, that his
wife had repudiated Miles by his command, that day at Hendon Hall a command assisted and
supported by the perfectly trustworthy promise that if she did not deny that he was Miles
Hendon, and stand firmly to it, he would have her life; whereupon she said, Take it! she did
not value it and she would not repudiate Miles; then the husband said he would spare her life but
have Miles assassinated! This was a different matter; so she gave her word and kept it.
Hugh was not prosecuted for his threats or for stealing his brothers estates and title, because the
wife and brother would not testify against him and the former would not have been allowed to do
it, even if she had wanted to. Hugh deserted his wife and went over to the continent, where he
presently died; and by-and-by the Earl of Kent married his relict. There were grand times and
rejoicings at Hendon village when the couple paid their first visit to the Hall.
Tom Cantys 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 Rufflers 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 whom he saw burned at the stake, and roundly punished the
official who laid the undeserved stripes upon Miles Hendons back.
He saved from the gallows the boy who had captured the stray falcon, and also the woman who
had stolen a remnant of cloth from a weaver; but he was too late to save the man who had been
convicted of killing a deer in the royal forest.
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He showed favour to the justice who had pitied him when he was supposed to have stolen a pig,
and he had the gratification of seeing him grow in the public esteem and become a great and
honoured man.
As long as the King lived he was fond of telling the story of his adventures, all through, from the
hour that the sentinel cuffed him away from the palace gate till the final midnight when he deftly
mixed himself into a gang of hurrying workmen and so slipped into the Abbey and climbed up
and hid himself in the Confessors tomb, and then slept so long, next day, that he came within
one of missing the Coronation altogether. He said that the frequent rehearsing of the precious
lesson kept him strong in his purpose to make its teachings yield benefits to his people; and so,
whilst his life was spared he should continue to tell the story, and thus keep its sorrowful
spectacles fresh in his memory and the springs of pity replenished in his heart.
Miles Hendon and Tom Canty were favourites of the King, all through his brief reign, and his
sincere mourners when he died. The good Earl of Kent had too much sense to abuse his peculiar
privilege; but he exercised it twice after the instance we have seen of it before he was called from
this world once at the accession of Queen Mary, and once at the accession of Queen Elizabeth. A
descendant of his exercised it at the accession of James I. Before this ones 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 peoples memories; so, when the Kent of that day appeared before Charles I. and his
court and sat down in the sovereigns presence to assert and perpetuate the right of his house,
there was a fine stir indeed! But the matter was soon explained, and the right confirmed. The last
Earl of the line fell in the wars of the Commonwealth fighting for the King, and the odd privilege
ended with him.
Tom Canty lived to be a very old man, a handsome, white-haired old fellow, of grave and
benignant aspect. As long as he lasted he was honoured; and he was also reverenced, for his
striking and peculiar costume kept the people reminded that in his time he had been royal; so,
wherever he appeared the crowd fell apart, making way for him, and whispering, one to another,
Doff thy hat, it is the Kings Ward! and so they saluted, and got his kindly smile in return and
they valued it, too, for his was an honourable 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.