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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 for 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 some one whom his keepers ought to
have posted him about. The situation was delicate. What should he do?- pretend
he knew this lad, and then betray, by his every utterance, that he had never
heard of him before? No, that would not do. An idea came to his relief: accidents
like this might be 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 e’en such as I ne’er heard before-as this lad shall see.) Give thy
business speech.’ ‘’Tis matter of small weight, my liege, yet will I touch upon it,
an it please your grace. Two days gone by, when your majesty faulted thrice in
your Greek-in the morning lessons-dost remember it?’

‘Ye-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, there’s naught 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.’*(12) Tom stared at the tranquil boy,
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