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It was not at all cold; so he stretched himself on the ground in the lee of a hedge to rest and think. Drowsiness presently began to settle upon his senses; the faint and far-off boom of cannon was wafted to his ear, and he said to himself, âThe new king is crowned,â and straightway fell asleep. He had not slept or rested, before, for more than thirty hours. He did not wake again until near the middle of the next morning.
He got up, lame, stiff, and half famished, washed himself in the river, stayed his stomach with a pint or two of water, and trudged off toward Westminster, grumbling at himself for having wasted so much time. Hunger helped him to a new plan, now; he would try to get speech with old Sir Humphrey Marlow and borrow a few marks, andâ âbut that was enough of a plan for the present; it would be time enough to enlarge it when this first stage should be accomplished.
Toward eleven oâclock he approached the palace; and although a host of showy people were about him, moving in the same direction, he was not inconspicuousâ âhis costume took care of that. He watched these peopleâs faces narrowly, hoping to find a charitable one whose possessor might be willing to carry his name to the old lieutenantâ âas to trying to get into the palace himself, that was simply out of the question.
Presently our whipping-boy passed him, then wheeled about and scanned his figure well, saying to himself, âAnâ that is not the very vagabond his Majesty is in such a worry about, then am I an assâ âthough belike I was that before. He answereth the description to a ragâ âthat God should make two such would be to cheapen miracles by wasteful repetition. I would I could contrive an excuse to speak with him.â
Miles Hendon saved him the trouble; for he turned about, then, as a man generally will when somebody mesmerises him by gazing hard at him from behind; and observing a strong interest in the boyâs eyes, he stepped toward him and saidâ â
âYou have just come out from the palace; do you belong there?â
âYes, your worship.â
âKnow you Sir Humphrey Marlow?â
The boy started, and said to himself, âLord! mine old departed father!â Then he answered aloud, âRight well, your worship.â
âGoodâ âis he within?â
âYes,â said the boy; and added, to himself, âwithin his grave.â
âMight I crave your favor to carry my name to him, and say I beg to say a word in his ear?â
âI will despatch the business right willingly, fair sir.â
âThen say Miles Hendon, son of Sir Richard, is here withoutâ âI shall be greatly bounden to you, my good lad.â
The boy looked disappointed. âThe king did not name him so,â he said to himself; âbut it mattereth not, this is his twin brother, and can give his Majesty news of tâother Sir-Odds-and-Ends, I warrant.â So he said to Miles, âStep in there a moment, good sir, and wait till I bring you word.â
Hendon retired to the place indicatedâ âit was a recess sunk in the palace wall, with a stone bench in itâ âa shelter for sentinels in bad weather. He had hardly seated himself when some halberdiers, in charge of an officer, passed by. The officer saw him, halted his men, and commanded Hendon to come forth. He obeyed, and was promptly arrested as a suspicious character prowling within the precincts of the palace. Things began to look ugly. Poor Miles was going to explain, but the officer roughly silenced him, and ordered his men to disarm him and search him.
âGod of his mercy grant that they find somewhat,â said poor Miles; âI have searched enow, and failed, yet is my need greater than theirs.â
Nothing was found but a document. The officer tore it open, and Hendon smiled when he recognized the âpothooksâ made by his lost little friend that black day at Hendon Hall. The officerâs face grew dark as he read the English paragraph, and Miles blenched to the opposite color as he listened.
âAnother new claimant of the Crown!â cried the officer. âVerily they breed like rabbits, today. Seize the rascal, men, and see ye keep him fast whilst I convey this precious paper within and send it to the king.â
He hurried away, leaving the prisoner in the grip of the halberdiers.
âNow is my evil luck ended at last,â muttered Hendon, âfor I shall dangle at a ropeâs end for a certainty, by reason of that bit of writing. And what will become of my poor lad!â âah, only the good God knoweth.â
By and by he saw the officer coming again, in a great hurry; so he plucked his courage together, purposing to meet his trouble as became a man. The officer ordered the men to loose the prisoner and return his sword to him; then bowed respectfully, and saidâ â
âPlease you, sir, to follow me.â
Hendon followed, saying to himself, âAnâ I were not travelling to death and judgment, and so must needs economize in sin, I would throttle this knave for his mock courtesy.â
The two traversed a populous court, and arrived at the grand entrance of the palace, where the officer, with another bow, delivered Hendon into the hands of a gorgeous official, who received him with profound respect and led him forward through a great hall, lined on both sides with rows of splendid flunkeys (who made reverential obeisance as the two passed along, but fell into death-throes of silent laughter at our stately scarecrow the moment his back was turned), and up a broad staircase, among flocks of fine folk, and finally conducted him into a vast room, clove a passage for him through the assembled nobility of England, then made a bow, reminded him to take his hat off, and left him standing in the middle of the room, a mark for all eyes, for plenty of indignant
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