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The troop of vagabonds turned out at early dawn, and set forward on their march. There was a lowering sky overhead, sloppy ground under foot, and a winter chill in the air. All gaiety was gone from the company; some were sullen and silent, some were irritable and petulant, none were gentle-humored, all were thirsty.
The Ruffler put “Jack” in Hugo’s charge, with some brief instructions, and commandedⒶalteration in the MS John Canty to keep away from him and let him alone; he also warned Hugo not to be too rough with the lad.Ⓐalteration in the MS
After a while the weather grew milder, and the clouds lifted somewhat. The troop ceased to shiver, and their spirits began to improve. They grew more and more cheerful, and finally began to chaff each other and insult passengers along the highway. This showed that they were awaking to an appreciation of life and its joys once more. The dread in which their sort was heldⒶalteration in the MS was apparent in the fact that everybody gave them the road, and tookⒶalteration in the MS their ribald insolences meekly, without venturingⒶalteration in the MS to talk back. They snatched linen from the [begin page 204] hedges, occasionally, in full view of the owners, who made no protest, but only seemedⒶalteration in the MS gratefulⒶalteration in the MS that they did not take the hedges, too.
By and by they invaded a small farm house and made themselves at home while the trembling farmer and his people swept the larder clean to furnish a breakfast for them. They chucked the housewife and her daughters under the chin whilst receiving the food fromⒶalteration in the MS their hands, and made coarse jests aboutⒶalteration in the MS them, accompanied with insulting epithets and bursts of horse-laughter. They threw bones and vegetables at the farmer and his sons, kept them dodging all the time, and applauded uproariously when a good hit was made. They ended by buttering the head of one of the daughters who resented some of their familiarities. When they took their leave they threatened to come back and burn the house over the heads of the family if any report of their doings got to the ears of the authorities.Ⓐalteration in the MS
About noon, after a long and weary tramp, the gang came to a halt behind a hedge on the outskirts of a considerable villageⒶalteration in the MS Ⓐtextual note. An hour was allowed for rest, then the crew scattered themselves abroad to enter the village at different points to ply their various trades. “Jack” was sent with Hugo. They wandered hither and thither for some time, Hugo watching for opportunities to do a stroke of business but finding none—so he finally said—
“I see naught to steal; it is a paltry place. Wherefore we will beg.”
“We, forsooth! Follow thy trade—it befits thee. But I will not beg.”
“Thou’ltⒶemendation not beg!” exclaimed Hugo, eying the king with surprise. “Prithee, since when hast thou reformed?”
“What dost thou mean?”
“Mean? Hast thou not begged the streets of London all thy life?”
“IⒶemendation? Thou idiot!”
“Spare thy compliments— thy stock will last the longer. ThyⒶalteration in the MS Ⓐhistorical collation Ⓐemendation father says thou hastⒶhistorical collation Ⓐemendation begged all thyⒶhistorical collation Ⓐemendation days. Mayhap he lied. Peradventure you will evenⒶalteration in the MS make so bold as to say he lied,” scoffed Hugo.
“Him you call my father? Yes, he lied.”
“Come, play not thy merry game of madman so far, mate; use it for thy amusement, not thy hurt. An’Ⓐemendation I tell him this, he will scorch thee finely for it.”
“Save thyself the trouble. I will tell him.”
[begin page 206]“I like thy spirit, I do in truth; but I do not admire thy judgment. Bone-rackings and bastings be plenty enow in this life, without going out of one’s way to invite them. But a truce to these matters; I believe your father. I doubt not he can lie; I doubt not he doth lie, upon occasion, for the best of us do that; but there is no occasion here. A wise man does not waste so good a commodity as lying for naught. But come; sith it is thy humor to give over begging, wherewithal shall we busy ourselves? With robbing kitchens?”
The king said, impatiently—
“Have done with this folly—you weary me!”
Hugo replied, with temper—
“Now harkee, mate; you will not beg, you will not rob; so be it. But I will tell you what you will do. You will play decoy whilst I beg. Refuse, an’Ⓐemendation you think you may venture!”
The king was about to reply contemptuously, when Hugo said, interrupting—
“Peace! Here comes one with a kindly face. Now will I fall down in a fit. When the stranger runs to me, set you up a wail, and fall upon your knees, seeming to weep; then cry out as all the devils of misery were in your belly, and say, ‘OⒶhistorical collation, sir, it is my poor afflicted brother, and we be friendless; o’ God’s name cast through your merciful eyes one pitiful look upon a sick, forsaken and most miserable wretch; bestow one little penny out of thy riches upon one smittenⒶalteration in the MS of God and ready to perish!’—Ⓔexplanatory noteand mind you, keep you on wailing, and abate not till we bilk him of his penny, else shall you rue it.”
Then immediately HugoⒶalteration in the MS began to moan, and groan, and roll his eyes, and reel and totter about; and when the stranger was close at hand, down he sprawled before him, with a shriek, and began to writhe and wallow in the dirt, in seeming agony.
“O dear, O dear!” cried the benevolent stranger, “O poor soul, poor soul, how he doth suffer! There—let me help thee up.”
“OⒶhistorical collation, noble sir, forbear, and God love you for a princely gentleman—but it giveth me cruel pain to touch me when I am taken so. My brother there will tell your worship how I am racked with anguish when these fits be upon me. A penny, dear sir, a penny, to buy a little food; then leave me to my sorrows.”
“A penny! thou shalt have three, thou hapless creature”—and he fumbled in his pocket with nervous haste and got them out. “There, [begin page 207] poor lad, take them, and most welcome. Now come hither, my boy, and help me carry thy stricken brother to yon house, where—”
“I am not his brother,” said the king, interrupting.
“What! not his brother?”
“O hear him!” groaned HugoⒶalteration in the MS, then privately ground his teeth. “He denies his own brother—and he with one foot in the grave!”
“Boy, thou art indeed hard of heart, if this is thy brother. For shame!—and he scarce able to move hand or foot.Ⓐalteration in the MS If he is not thy brother, who is he, then?”
“A beggar and a thief! He has got your money and has picked your pocket, likewise.Ⓐalteration in the MS An’Ⓐemendation thou wouldst do a healing miracle, lay thy staff over his shoulders and trust Providence for the rest.”
But HugoⒶalteration in the MS did not tarry for the miracle. In a moment he was up and off like the wind, the gentleman following after and raising the hue and cry lustily as he went. The king, breathing deep gratitude to heavenⒶemendation for his own release, fled in the opposite direction and did not slacken his pace until he was out of harm’s reach. He took the first road that offered, and soon put the village behind him. He hurried along, as briskly as he could, during several hours, keeping a nervous [begin page 208] watch over his shoulder for pursuit; but his fears left him at last, and a gratefulⒶalteration in the MS sense of security took their place. He recognized, now, that he was hungry; and also very tiredⒶalteration in the MS. So he halted at a farm house; but when he was about to speak, he was cut short and driven rudely away. His clothes were against him.
He wandered on, woundedⒶalteration in the MS and indignant, and was resolved to put himself in the way of like treatment no more. But hunger is pride’s master; so as the evening drew near, he made an attempt at another farm house; but here he fared worse than before; for he was called hard names and was promised arrest as a vagrant except he moved on promptly.
The night came on, chilly and overcast; and still the footsore monarch labored slowly on. He was obliged to keep moving, for every [begin page 209] time he sat down to rest he was soon penetrated to the bone with the cold. All his sensations and experiences, as he moved through the solemn gloom and the empty vastness of the night, were new and strange to him. At intervals he heard voices approach, pass by, and fade into silence; and as he saw nothing more of the bodies they belonged to than a sort of formless drifting blur, there was something spectral and uncanny about it all that made him shudder. Occasionally he caught the twinkle of a light—always far away, apparently—almost in another world; if he heard the tinkle of a sheep’s bell, it was vague, distant, indistinct; the muffledⒶalteration in the MS lowing of the herds floated to him on the night wind in vanishing cadences, a mournful sound; now and then came the complaining howl of a dog over viewless expanses of field and forest; all sounds were remote; they made the little king feel that all life and activity were far removed from him, and that he stood solitary, companionless, in the centre of a measureless solitude.
He stumbled along, through the grewsome fascinations of this new experience, startled occasionally by the soft rustling of the dry leaves overhead,Ⓐalteration in the MS so like human whispers they seemed to sound;Ⓐalteration in the MS and by and by he came suddenly upon the freckled light of a tin lantern near at hand. He stepped back into the shadows and waited. The lantern stood by the open door of a barn. The king waited some time—there was no sound, and nobody stirring. He got so cold, standing still,Ⓐalteration in the MS and the hospitable barn looked so enticing, that at last he resolved to risk everything and enter. He started swiftlyⒶalteration in the MS and stealthily, and just as he was crossing the threshold he heard voices behind him. He darted behind a cask, within the barn, and stooped down. Two farm laborers came in, bringing the lantern with them, and fell to work, talking meanwhile. Whilst they moved about with the light, the king made good use of his eyes and took the bearings of what seemed to be a good sized stallⒶalteration in the MS at the further end of the place, purposing to grope his way to it when he should be left to himself. He also noted the position of a pile of horse blankets, midway of the route, with the intent to levy upon them for the service of the crown of England for one night.
By and by the men finished and went away, fastening the door behind them and taking the lantern with them. The shivering king made for the blankets, with as good speed as the darkness would allow; gathered them up and then groped his way safely to the stall. [begin page 210] Of two of the blankets he made a bed, then covered himself with the remaining two. He was a glad monarch, now, though the blankets were old and thin, and not quiteⒶalteration in the MS warm enough; and besides gave out a pungent horsy odor that was almost suffocatingly powerful.
Although the king was hungry and chilly, he was also so tired and
It was easy to think this; but it was hard to brace himself up to try it. Three times he stretched his hand a little way out into the dark, gingerly; and snatched it suddenly back, with a gasp—not because it had encountered anything, but because he had felt so sure it was just going to. But the fourth time, he groped a little further, and his hand lightly swept against something soft and warm. ThisⒶalteration in the MS petrified him, nearly, with fright—his mind was in such a state that he could imagine the thing to be nothing else than a corpse, newly dead and still warm. He thought he wouldⒶalteration in the MS rather die than touch it again. ButⒶalteration in the MS he thought this false thought because he did not know the immortal strength of human curiosity. In no long time his hand was tremblingly groping again—against his judgment, and without his consent—but groping persistently on, just the same. It encountered a bunch of long hair; he shuddered, but followed up the hair and found what seemed to be a warm rope; followed up the rope and found an innocent calf!Ⓐalteration in the MS—for the rope was not a rope at all, but the calf’s tail.
The king was cordially ashamed of himself for having gotten all that fright and misery out of so paltry a matter as a slumbering calf; but he need not have felt so about it, for it was not the calf that frightened him but a dreadful non-existentⒶemendation something which the calf stood for; and any other boy, in thoseⒶalteration in the MS old superstitious times, would have acted and suffered just as he had done.
[begin page 212]The king was not only delighted to find that the creature was only a calf, but delighted to have the calf’s company; for he had been feeling so lonesome and friendless that the company and comradeship of even this humble animal was welcome. And he had been so buffeted, so rudely entreated by his own kind, that it was a real comfort to him
to feel that he was at last in the society of a fellow creature that had at least a soft heart and a gentle spirit, whatever loftier attributes might be lacking. So he resolved to waive rank and make friends with the calf.
While stroking its sleek warm back—for it lay near him and within easy reach—it occurred to him that this calf might be utilized in more ways than one. Whereupon he re-arranged his bed, spreading it down close to the calf;Ⓐalteration in the MS then he cuddled himselfⒶalteration in the MS up to the calf’s back, drew the covers up over himself and his friend, and in a minute or two was as warm and comfortable as he had ever been in the downy couches of the regal palace of Westminster.
Pleasant thoughts came, at once;Ⓐalteration in the MS life took on a cheerfuller seeming. He was free of the bonds of servitude and crime, free of the companionship of base and brutal outlaws; he was warm, he was sheltered; in a word, he was happy.Ⓐalteration in the MS The night wind was rising;Ⓐalteration in the MS it swept by in fitful gusts that made the old barn quake and rattle, then its forces died down at intervals, and went moaning and wailing around corners [begin page 213] and projections—but it was all music to the king, now that he was snug and comfortable; let it blow and rage, let it batter and bang, let it moan and wail, he mindedⒶalteration in the MS it not, he only enjoyed it. He merely snuggled the closer
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