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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 boy’s curiosity in such happenings. ‘Thou art the king!’ solemnly responded the earl, with a reverence. ‘Have I your grace’s leave to act?’ ‘Oh, blithely, yes! Oh, gladly, yes!’ exclaimed Tom, excitedly, adding to himself with a lively sense of satisfaction, ‘In truth, being a king is not all drearinessit 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 king’s command!’ A few seconds later a long rank of the royal guards, cased in flashing steel, filed out at the gates and formed across the highway in front of the multitude. A messenger returned, to report that the crowd were following a man, a woman, and a young girl to execution for crimes committed against the peace and dignity of the realm. Death-and a violent death-for these poor unfortunates! The thought wrung Tom’s heartstrings. 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-ofcourse way, made a profound obeisance and retired backward 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 used to feel when I read the old priest’s tales, and did imagine mine own self a prince, giving law and command to all, saying, “ Do this, do that,” while 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. |
