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When Hendon’s term of service in the stocks was finished, he was released and ordered to quit the region and come back no more. His sword was restored to him, and also his mule and his donkey.Ⓐalteration in the MS He mounted and rode off, followed by the king, the crowd opening with quiet respectfulness to let them pass, and then dispersing when they were gone.
Hendon was soon absorbed in thought.Ⓐalteration in the MS There were questions of high import to be answered. What should he do? Whither should he go? Powerful help must be found, somewhere, or he must relinquish his inheritance and remain under the imputation of being an impostor besides. Where could he hope to find this powerful help? Where, indeed! It was a knotty question. By and by a thought occurred to him which pointed to a possibility—the slenderest of slender possibilities, certainly, but still worth considering, for lack of any other that promised anything at all. He remembered what old AndrewsⒶalteration in the MS had said about the young king’s goodness and his generous [begin page 292]
“I had forgotten to inquire whither we are bound. Thy commands, my liege!”
“To London!”
Hendon moved on again, mightilyⒶalteration in the MS contented withⒶalteration in the MS the answer—but astoundedⒶalteration in the MS at it, too.
The whole journey was made without an adventure of importance. But it ended with one. AboutⒶalteration in the MS ten o’clock on the night of the 19th of February, theyⒶalteration in the MS stepped upon London Bridge, in the midst of a writhing, struggling jam of howling and hurrahing people,Ⓐalteration in the MS whose beer-jolly faces stood out strongly in the glare from manifold torches—and at that instant the decayingⒶalteration in the MS head of some former duke or other [begin page 294] grandeeⒶalteration in the MS tumbled down between them, striking Hendon on the elbow and then bounding off among the hurrying confusion of feet. So evanescent and unstable are men’s works, in this world!—the late good king is but three weeks dead and three days in his grave,Ⓐalteration in the MS and already the adornments which he took such pains to select from prominent people for his noble bridge are falling. A citizen stumbled over that head, and drove his own head into the back of somebody in front of him, who turned and knocked down the first person that came handy, and was promptly laid out himself by that person’s friend. It was the right ripe time for a free fight, for the festivities of the morrow—Coronation Day—were already beginning; everybody was full of strong drink and patriotism; within five minutes the free fight was occupyingⒶalteration in the MS a good deal of ground; within ten or twelve it covered an acre or so, and wasⒶalteration in the MS become a riot. By this time Hendon and the king were hopelessly separated from each other and lost in the rush and turmoil of the roaring masses of humanity. And so we leave them.