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Tom urgedā āthe woman still adhered to her declarations. Finally he saidā ā
āI think the woman hath said true. Anā my mother were in her place and gifted with the devilās 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, goodwifeā āthou and thy childā āfor I do think thee innocent. Now thouāst nought to fear, being pardonedā āpull off thy stockings!ā āanā thou canst make me a storm, thou shalt be rich!ā
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 girlās also, and plainly did her best to reward the kingās generosity with an earthquake, but it was all a failure and a disappointment. Tom sighed, and saidā ā
āThere, 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.ā13
XVI The State DinnerThe dinner hour drew nearā āyet strangely enough, the thought brought but slight discomfort to Tom, and hardly any terror. The morningās experiences had wonderfully built up his confidence; the poor little ash-cat was already more wonted to his strange garret, after four daysā habit, than a mature person could have become in a full month. A childās 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 Tomās table. Now let the ancient chronicler speak:
āA 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 saltcellar, 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.ā14
So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing corridors we hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinct cry, āPlace for the king! Way for the kingās most excellent majesty!ā These sounds are momently repeatedā āthey grow nearer and nearerā āand presently, almost in our faces, the martial note peals and the cry rings out, āWay for the king!ā At this instant the shining pageant appears, and files in at the door, with a measured march. Let the chronicler speak again:
āFirst 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 himselfā āwhom, 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 āGod save the king!ā After him come nobles attached to his person, and on his right and left march his guard of honor, his fifty Gentlemen Pensioners, with gilt battle-axes.ā
This was all fine and pleasant. Tomās 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 himā āand besides, nobody can be very ungraceful in nicely-fitting beautiful clothes after he has grown a little used to themā āespecially 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 āI thank ye, my good people.ā
He seated himself at table, without removing his cap; and did it without the least embarrassment; for to eat with oneās 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 enteredā āāthe tallest and mightiest men in England, they being carefully selected in this regardāā ābut we will let the chronicler tell about it:
āThe 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.ā
Tom made a good
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