The Prince and the Pauper (Illustrated Children's Classic). Mark Twain

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argueth that she is mad; if she is mad she knoweth not what she doth, therefore sinneth not.”

      The elderly heads nodded recognition of Tom’s wisdom once more, and one individual murmured, “An’ the King be mad himself, 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.”

      “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 Tom’s originality as well as progress toward mental health.

      The elder culprit had ceased from sobbing, and was hanging upon Tom’s words with an excited interest and a growing hope. Tom noticed this, and it strongly inclined his sympathies toward her in her perilous and unfriended situation. Presently he asked—

      “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 woman’s 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 King’s pardon, and safe from hurt or malice from any in the realm.”

      The woman prostrated herself, and protested, with tears, that she had no power to do the miracle, else she would gladly win her child’s life alone, and be content to lose her own, if by obedience to the King’s command so precious a grace might be acquired.

      Tom urged – the woman still adhered to her declarations. Finally he said—

      “I think the woman hath said true. An’ my mother were in her place and gifted with the devil’s functions, she had not stayed a moment to call her storms and lay the whole land in ruins, if the saving of my forfeit life were the price she got! It is argument that other mothers are made in like mould. Thou art free, goodwife – thou and thy child – for I do think thee innocent. Now thou’st nought to fear, being pardoned – pull off thy stockings! – an’ thou canst make me a storm, thou shalt be rich!”

      The redeemed creature was loud in her gratitude, and proceeded to obey, whilst Tom looked on with eager expectancy, a little marred by apprehension; the courtiers at the same time manifesting decided discomfort and uneasiness. The woman stripped her own feet and her little girl’s also, and plainly did her best to reward the King’s generosity with an earthquake, but it was all a failure and a disappointment. Tom sighed, and said—

      Chapter XVI.

       The State Dinner

       Table of Contents

      The dinner hour drew near – yet strangely enough, the thought brought but slight discomfort to Tom, and hardly any terror. The morning’s experiences had wonderfully built up his confidence; the poor little ash-cat was already more wonted to his strange garret, after four days’ habit, than a mature person could have become in a full month. A child’s facility in accommodating itself to circumstances was never more strikingly illustrated.

      Let us privileged ones hurry to the great banqueting-room and have a glance at matters there whilst Tom is being made ready for the imposing occasion. It is a spacious apartment, with gilded pillars and pilasters, and pictured walls and ceilings. At the door stand tall guards, as rigid as statues, dressed in rich and picturesque costumes, and bearing halberds. In a high gallery which runs all around the place is a band of musicians and a packed company of citizens of both sexes, in brilliant attire. In the centre of the room, upon a raised platform, is Tom’s table. Now let the ancient chronicler speak:

“A gentleman bearing a rod”

      So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing corridors we hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinct cry, “Place for the King! Way for the King’s most excellent majesty!” These sounds are momently repeated – they grow nearer and nearer – and presently, almost in our faces, the martial note peals and the cry rings out, “Way for the King!” At this instant the shining pageant appears, and files in at the door, with a measured march. Let the chronicler speak again:—

“The Chancellor, between two”

      “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. Tom’s pulse beat high, and a glad light was in his eye. He bore himself right gracefully, and


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