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need it more.’ Then he got up and walked to the washstand in the corner, and stood there waiting. Hendon said in a cheery voice: ‘We’ll have a right hearty sup and bite now, for everything is savory and smoking hot, and that and thy nap together will make thee a little man again, never fear!’ The boy made no answer, but bent a steady look, that was filled with grave surprise, and also somewhat touched with impatience, upon the tall knight of the sword. Hendon was puzzled, and said: ‘What’s amiss?’ ‘Good sir, I would wash me.’ ‘Oh, is that all! Ask no permission of Miles Hendon for aught thou cravest. Make thyself perfectly free here and welcome, with all that are his belongings.’ Still the boy stood, and moved not; more, he tapped the floor once or twice with his small impatient foot. Hendon was wholly perplexed. Said he: ‘Bless us, what is it?’ ‘Prithee, pour the water, and make not so many words!’ Hendon, suppressing a horse-laugh, and saying to himself, ‘By all the saints, but this is admirable!’ stepped briskly forward and did the small insolent’s bidding; then stood by, in a sort of stupefaction, until the command, ‘Come-the towel!’ woke him sharply up. He took up a towel from under the boy’s nose and handed it to him, without comment. He now proceeded to comfort his own face with a wash, and while he was at it his adopted child seated himself at the table and prepared to fall to. Hendon despatched his ablutions with alacrity, then drew back the other chair and was about to place himself at table, when the boy said, indignantly: ‘Forbear! Wouldst sit in the presence of the king?’ This blow staggered Hendon to his foundations. He muttered to himself, ‘Lo, the poor thing’s madness is up with the time! it hath changed with the great change that is come to the realm, and now in fancy is he king! Good lack, I must humor the conceit, too-there is no other way-faith, he would order me to the Tower, else!’ And pleased with this jest, he removed the chair from the table, took his stand behind the king, and proceeded to wait upon him in the courtliest way he was capable of. When the king ate, the rigor of his royal dignity relaxed a little, and with his growing contentment came a desire to talk. He said: ‘I think thou callest thyself Miles Hendon, if I heard thee aright?’ ‘Yes, sire,’ Miles replied then observed to himself, ‘If I must humor the poor lad’s madness, I must sire him, I must majesty him, I must not go by halves, I must stick at nothing that belongeth to the part I play, else shall I play it ill and work evil to this charitable and kindly cause.’ The king warmed his heart with a second glass of wine, and said: ‘I would know thee-tell me thy story. Thou hast a gallant way with thee, and a noble-art nobly born?’ ‘We are of the tail of the nobility, good your majesty. My father is a baronetone of the smaller lords, by knight service*(8)- Sir Richard Hendon, of Hendon Hall, by Monk’s Holm in Kent.’ ‘The name has escaped my memory. Go on-tell me thy story.’ ‘’Tis not much, your majesty, yet perchance it may beguile a short half-hour for want of a better. My father, Sir Richard, is very rich, and of a most generous nature. My mother died whilst I was yet a boy. I have two brothers: Arthur, my elder, with a soul like to his father’s; and Hugh, younger than I, a mean spirit, covetous, treacherous, vicious, underhanded-a reptile. |
