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The sight nearly took his breath away! He stood gazing at the fair young face like one transfixed; then presently ejaculated: ‘Lo, the lord of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows on his throne!’ He muttered some broken sentences, still gazing and marveling; then turned his eyes around and about, scanning the gorgeous throng and the splendid saloon, murmuring, ‘But these are real-verily these are real-surely it is not a dream.’ He stared at the king again-and thought, ‘Is it a dream?... or is he the veritable sovereign of England, and not the friendless poor Tom o’ Bedlam I took him for-who shall solve me this riddle?’ A sudden idea flashed in his eye, and he strode to the wall, gathered up a chair, brought it back, planted it on the floor, and sat down in it! A buzz of indignation broke out, a rough hand was laid upon him, and a voice exclaimed: ‘Up, thou mannerless clown!- wouldst sit in the presence of the king?’ The disturbance attracted his majesty’s attention, who stretched forth his hand and cried out: ‘Touch him not, it is his right!’ The throng fell back, stupefied. The king went on: ‘Learn ye all, ladies, lords and gentlemen, that this is my trusty and well-beloved servant, Miles Hendon, who interposed his good sword and saved his prince from bodily harm and possible death-and for this he is a knight, by the king’s voice. Also learn, that for a higher service, in that he saved his sovereign stripes and shame, taking these upon himself, he is a peer of England, Earl of Kent, and shall have gold and lands meet for the dignity. More- the privilege which he hath just exercised is his by royal grant; for we have ordained that the chiefs of his line shall have and hold the right to sit in the presence of the majesty of England henceforth, age after age, so long as the crown shall endure. Molest him not.’ Two persons, who, through delay, had only arrived from the country during this morning, and had now been in this room only five minutes, stood listening to these words and looking at the king, then at the scarecrow, then at the king again, in a sort of torpid bewilderment. These were Sir Hugh and the Lady Edith. But the new earl did not see them. He was still staring at the monarch, in a dazed way, and muttering: ‘Oh, body o’ me! This my pauper! This my lunatic! This is he whom I would show what grandeur was, in my house of seventy rooms and seven and twenty servants! This is he who had never known aught but rags for raiment, kicks for comfort, and offal for diet! This is he whom I adopted and would make respectable! Would God I had a bag to hide my head in!’ Then his manners suddenly came back to him, and he dropped upon his knees, with his hands between the king’s, and swore allegiance and did homage for his lands and titles. Then he rose and stood respectfully aside, a mark still for all eyes-and much envy, too. Now the king discovered Sir Hugh, and spoke out, with wrathful voice and kindling eye: ‘Strip this robber of his false show and stolen estates, and put him under lock and key till I have need of him.’ The late Sir Hugh was led away. There was a stir at the other end of the room now; the assemblage fell apart, and Tom Canty, quaintly but richly clothed, marched down, between these living walls, preceded by an usher. He knelt before the king, who said: ‘I have learned |