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.These dishes were received by means he could but buy himself free from some of thea gentleman in the same order they were brought, and more formidable requirements of his royal office.placed upon the table, while the taster gave to eachguard a mouthful to eat of the particular dish he hadbrought, for fear of any poison. Tom made a good dinner, notwithstanding he was con-scious that hundreds of eyes followed each morsel tohis mouth and watched him eat it with an interest whichcould not have been more intense if it had been a deadlyexplosive and was expected to blow him up and scatterhim all about the place.He was careful not to hurry,and equally careful not to do anything whatever forhimself, but wait till the proper official knelt down anddid it for him.He got through without a mistakeflawless and precious triumph.When the meal was over at last and he marched awayin the midst of his bright pageant, with the happy noises93 Mark Twainnot do that, he would avoid recapture.What, then, wouldXVIIhe do? Never having had a friend in the world, or aFoo-foo the First protector, until he met Miles Hendon, he would natu-rally try to find that friend again, provided the effortdid not require him to go toward London and danger.iles Hendon hurried along toward theHe would strike for Hendon Hall, that is what he wouldSouthwark end of the bridge, keeping ado, for he knew Hendon was homeward bound and theresharp look-out for the persons he sought,he might expect to find him.Yes, the case was plain toand hoping and expecting to overtake them presently.Hendon he must lose no more time in Southwark, butHe was disappointed in this, however.By asking ques-move at once through Kent, toward Monk s Holm, search-tions, he was enabled to track them part of the waying the wood and inquiring as he went.Let us return tothrough Southwark; then all traces ceased, and he wasthe vanished little King now.perplexed as to how to proceed.Still, he continued hisThe ruffian whom the waiter at the inn on the bridgeefforts as best he could during the rest of the day.Night-saw about to join the youth and the King did not ex-fall found him leg-weary, half-famished, and his desireactly join them, but fell in close behind them and fol-as far from accomplishment as ever; so he supped at thelowed their steps.He said nothing.His left arm was in aTabard Inn and went to bed, resolved to make an earlysling, and he wore a large green patch over his left eye;start in the morning, and give the town an exhaustivehe limped slightly, and used an oaken staff as a sup-search.As he lay thinking and planning, he presentlyport.The youth led the King a crooked course throughbegan to reason thus: The boy would escape from theSouthwark, and by-and-by struck into the high roadruffian, his reputed father, if possible; would he go backbeyond.The King was irritated, now, and said he wouldto London and seek his former haunts? No, he would94 The Prince and the Pauperstop here it was Hendon s place to come to him, not eagerly upon his heels.No one there! The King shot ahis to go to Hendon.He would not endure such inso- surprised and suspicious glance at the youth, andlence; he would stop where he was.The youth said asked Thou lt tarry here, and thy friend lying wounded in Where is he? the wood yonder? So be it, then. A mocking laugh was his answer.The King was in aThe King s manner changed at once.He cried out rage in a moment; he seized a billet of wood and was in Wounded? And who hath dared to do it? But that is the act of charging upon the youth when another mock-apart; lead on, lead on! Faster, sirrah! Art shod with ing laugh fell upon his ear.It was from the lame ruffianlead? Wounded, is he? Now though the doer of it be a who had been following at a distance.The King turnedduke s son he shall rue it! and said angrilyIt was some distance to the wood, but the space was Who art thou? What is thy business here? speedily traversed.The youth looked about him, dis- Leave thy foolery, said the man, and quiet thyself.covered a bough sticking in the ground, with a small My disguise is none so good that thou canst pretendbit of rag tied to it, then led the way into the forest, thou knowest not thy father through it. watching for similar boughs and finding them at inter- Thou art not my father.I know thee not.I am thevals; they were evidently guides to the point he was King.If thou hast hid my servant, find him for me, oraiming at.By-and-by an open place was reached, where thou shalt sup sorrow for what thou hast done. were the charred remains of a farm-house, and near John Canty replied, in a stern and measured voicethem a barn which was falling to ruin and decay.There It is plain thou art mad, and I am loath to punishwas no sign of life anywhere, and utter silence pre- thee; but if thou provoke me, I must.Thy prating dothvailed.The youth entered the barn, the King following no harm here, where there are no ears that need to95 Mark Twainmind thy follies; yet it is well to practise thy tongue to light of the farther end of the barn, where he found thewary speech, that it may do no hurt when our quarters earthen floor bedded a foot deep with straw.He laychange.I have done a murder, and may not tarry at down here, drew straw over himself in lieu of blankets,home neither shalt thou, seeing I need thy service.and was soon absorbed in thinking.He had many griefs,My name is changed, for wise reasons; it is Hobbs but the minor ones were swept almost into forgetful-John Hobbs; thine is Jack charge thy memory accord- ness by the supreme one, the loss of his father.To theingly.Now, then, speak.Where is thy mother? Where rest of the world the name of Henry VIII.brought aare thy sisters? They came not to the place appointed shiver, and suggested an ogre whose nostrils breathedknowest thou whither they went? destruction and whose hand dealt scourgings and death;The King answered sullenly but to this boy the name brought only sensations of Trouble me not with these riddles.My mother is dead; pleasure; the figure it invoked wore a countenance thatmy sisters are in the palace. was all gentleness and affection.He called to mind aThe youth near by burst into a derisive laugh, and the long succession of loving passages between his fatherKing would have assaulted him, but Canty or Hobbs, and himself, and dwelt fondly upon them, his unstintedas he now called himself prevented him, and said tears attesting how deep and real was the grief that Peace, Hugo, vex him not; his mind is astray, and thy possessed his heart.As the afternoon wasted away, theways fret him.Sit thee down, Jack, and quiet thyself; lad, wearied with his troubles, sank gradually into athou shalt have a morsel to eat, anon. tranquil and healing slumber.Hobbs and Hugo fell to talking together, in low voices, After a considerable time he could not tell howand the King removed himself as far as he could from long his senses struggled to a half-consciousness, andtheir disagreeable company.He withdrew into the twi- as he lay with closed eyes vaguely wondering where he96 The Prince and the Pauperwas and what had been happening, he noted a mur- were hardly-grown girls, some were at prime, some weremurous sound, the sullen beating of rain upon the roof [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.These dishes were received by means he could but buy himself free from some of thea gentleman in the same order they were brought, and more formidable requirements of his royal office.placed upon the table, while the taster gave to eachguard a mouthful to eat of the particular dish he hadbrought, for fear of any poison. Tom made a good dinner, notwithstanding he was con-scious that hundreds of eyes followed each morsel tohis mouth and watched him eat it with an interest whichcould not have been more intense if it had been a deadlyexplosive and was expected to blow him up and scatterhim all about the place.He was careful not to hurry,and equally careful not to do anything whatever forhimself, but wait till the proper official knelt down anddid it for him.He got through without a mistakeflawless and precious triumph.When the meal was over at last and he marched awayin the midst of his bright pageant, with the happy noises93 Mark Twainnot do that, he would avoid recapture.What, then, wouldXVIIhe do? Never having had a friend in the world, or aFoo-foo the First protector, until he met Miles Hendon, he would natu-rally try to find that friend again, provided the effortdid not require him to go toward London and danger.iles Hendon hurried along toward theHe would strike for Hendon Hall, that is what he wouldSouthwark end of the bridge, keeping ado, for he knew Hendon was homeward bound and theresharp look-out for the persons he sought,he might expect to find him.Yes, the case was plain toand hoping and expecting to overtake them presently.Hendon he must lose no more time in Southwark, butHe was disappointed in this, however.By asking ques-move at once through Kent, toward Monk s Holm, search-tions, he was enabled to track them part of the waying the wood and inquiring as he went.Let us return tothrough Southwark; then all traces ceased, and he wasthe vanished little King now.perplexed as to how to proceed.Still, he continued hisThe ruffian whom the waiter at the inn on the bridgeefforts as best he could during the rest of the day.Night-saw about to join the youth and the King did not ex-fall found him leg-weary, half-famished, and his desireactly join them, but fell in close behind them and fol-as far from accomplishment as ever; so he supped at thelowed their steps.He said nothing.His left arm was in aTabard Inn and went to bed, resolved to make an earlysling, and he wore a large green patch over his left eye;start in the morning, and give the town an exhaustivehe limped slightly, and used an oaken staff as a sup-search.As he lay thinking and planning, he presentlyport.The youth led the King a crooked course throughbegan to reason thus: The boy would escape from theSouthwark, and by-and-by struck into the high roadruffian, his reputed father, if possible; would he go backbeyond.The King was irritated, now, and said he wouldto London and seek his former haunts? No, he would94 The Prince and the Pauperstop here it was Hendon s place to come to him, not eagerly upon his heels.No one there! The King shot ahis to go to Hendon.He would not endure such inso- surprised and suspicious glance at the youth, andlence; he would stop where he was.The youth said asked Thou lt tarry here, and thy friend lying wounded in Where is he? the wood yonder? So be it, then. A mocking laugh was his answer.The King was in aThe King s manner changed at once.He cried out rage in a moment; he seized a billet of wood and was in Wounded? And who hath dared to do it? But that is the act of charging upon the youth when another mock-apart; lead on, lead on! Faster, sirrah! Art shod with ing laugh fell upon his ear.It was from the lame ruffianlead? Wounded, is he? Now though the doer of it be a who had been following at a distance.The King turnedduke s son he shall rue it! and said angrilyIt was some distance to the wood, but the space was Who art thou? What is thy business here? speedily traversed.The youth looked about him, dis- Leave thy foolery, said the man, and quiet thyself.covered a bough sticking in the ground, with a small My disguise is none so good that thou canst pretendbit of rag tied to it, then led the way into the forest, thou knowest not thy father through it. watching for similar boughs and finding them at inter- Thou art not my father.I know thee not.I am thevals; they were evidently guides to the point he was King.If thou hast hid my servant, find him for me, oraiming at.By-and-by an open place was reached, where thou shalt sup sorrow for what thou hast done. were the charred remains of a farm-house, and near John Canty replied, in a stern and measured voicethem a barn which was falling to ruin and decay.There It is plain thou art mad, and I am loath to punishwas no sign of life anywhere, and utter silence pre- thee; but if thou provoke me, I must.Thy prating dothvailed.The youth entered the barn, the King following no harm here, where there are no ears that need to95 Mark Twainmind thy follies; yet it is well to practise thy tongue to light of the farther end of the barn, where he found thewary speech, that it may do no hurt when our quarters earthen floor bedded a foot deep with straw.He laychange.I have done a murder, and may not tarry at down here, drew straw over himself in lieu of blankets,home neither shalt thou, seeing I need thy service.and was soon absorbed in thinking.He had many griefs,My name is changed, for wise reasons; it is Hobbs but the minor ones were swept almost into forgetful-John Hobbs; thine is Jack charge thy memory accord- ness by the supreme one, the loss of his father.To theingly.Now, then, speak.Where is thy mother? Where rest of the world the name of Henry VIII.brought aare thy sisters? They came not to the place appointed shiver, and suggested an ogre whose nostrils breathedknowest thou whither they went? destruction and whose hand dealt scourgings and death;The King answered sullenly but to this boy the name brought only sensations of Trouble me not with these riddles.My mother is dead; pleasure; the figure it invoked wore a countenance thatmy sisters are in the palace. was all gentleness and affection.He called to mind aThe youth near by burst into a derisive laugh, and the long succession of loving passages between his fatherKing would have assaulted him, but Canty or Hobbs, and himself, and dwelt fondly upon them, his unstintedas he now called himself prevented him, and said tears attesting how deep and real was the grief that Peace, Hugo, vex him not; his mind is astray, and thy possessed his heart.As the afternoon wasted away, theways fret him.Sit thee down, Jack, and quiet thyself; lad, wearied with his troubles, sank gradually into athou shalt have a morsel to eat, anon. tranquil and healing slumber.Hobbs and Hugo fell to talking together, in low voices, After a considerable time he could not tell howand the King removed himself as far as he could from long his senses struggled to a half-consciousness, andtheir disagreeable company.He withdrew into the twi- as he lay with closed eyes vaguely wondering where he96 The Prince and the Pauperwas and what had been happening, he noted a mur- were hardly-grown girls, some were at prime, some weremurous sound, the sullen beating of rain upon the roof [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]