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It
was
upon
this
occasion
that
King
Lud
,
seated
on
the
top
of
his
throne
in
full
council
,
rose
,
in
the
exuberance
of
his
feelings
,
and
commanded
the
lord
chief
justice
to
order
in
the
richest
wines
and
the
court
minstrels
—
an
act
of
graciousness
which
has
been
,
through
the
ignorance
of
traditionary
historians
,
attributed
to
King
Cole
,
in
those
celebrated
lines
in
which
his
Majesty
is
represented
as
Calling
for
his
pipe
,
and
calling
for
his
pot
,
And
calling
for
his
fiddlers
three
.
Which
is
an
obvious
injustice
to
the
memory
of
King
Lud
,
and
a
dishonest
exaltation
of
the
virtues
of
King
Cole
.
‘
But
,
in
the
midst
of
all
this
festivity
and
rejoicing
,
there
was
one
individual
present
,
who
tasted
not
when
the
sparkling
wines
were
poured
forth
,
and
who
danced
not
,
when
the
minstrels
played
.
This
was
no
other
than
Prince
Bladud
himself
,
in
honour
of
whose
happiness
a
whole
people
were
,
at
that
very
moment
,
straining
alike
their
throats
and
purse
-
strings
.
The
truth
was
,
that
the
prince
,
forgetting
the
undoubted
right
of
the
minister
for
foreign
affairs
to
fall
in
love
on
his
behalf
,
had
,
contrary
to
every
precedent
of
policy
and
diplomacy
,
already
fallen
in
love
on
his
own
account
,
and
privately
contracted
himself
unto
the
fair
daughter
of
a
noble
Athenian
.
‘
Here
we
have
a
striking
example
of
one
of
the
manifold
advantages
of
civilisation
and
refinement
.
If
the
prince
had
lived
in
later
days
,
he
might
at
once
have
married
the
object
of
his
father
’
s
choice
,
and
then
set
himself
seriously
to
work
,
to
relieve
himself
of
the
burden
which
rested
heavily
upon
him
.
He
might
have
endeavoured
to
break
her
heart
by
a
systematic
course
of
insult
and
neglect
;
or
,
if
the
spirit
of
her
sex
,
and
a
proud
consciousness
of
her
many
wrongs
had
upheld
her
under
this
ill
-
treatment
,
he
might
have
sought
to
take
her
life
,
and
so
get
rid
of
her
effectually
.
But
neither
mode
of
relief
suggested
itself
to
Prince
Bladud
;
so
he
solicited
a
private
audience
,
and
told
his
father
.
‘
it
is
an
old
prerogative
of
kings
to
govern
everything
but
their
passions
.
King
Lud
flew
into
a
frightful
rage
,
tossed
his
crown
up
to
the
ceiling
,
and
caught
it
again
—
for
in
those
days
kings
kept
their
crowns
on
their
heads
,
and
not
in
the
Tower
—
stamped
the
ground
,
rapped
his
forehead
,
wondered
why
his
own
flesh
and
blood
rebelled
against
him
,
and
,
finally
,
calling
in
his
guards
,
ordered
the
prince
away
to
instant
Confinement
in
a
lofty
turret
;
a
course
of
treatment
which
the
kings
of
old
very
generally
pursued
towards
their
sons
,
when
their
matrimonial
inclinations
did
not
happen
to
point
to
the
same
quarter
as
their
own
.
‘
When
Prince
Bladud
had
been
shut
up
in
the
lofty
turret
for
the
greater
part
of
a
year
,
with
no
better
prospect
before
his
bodily
eyes
than
a
stone
wall
,
or
before
his
mental
vision
than
prolonged
imprisonment
,
he
naturally
began
to
ruminate
on
a
plan
of
escape
,
which
,
after
months
of
preparation
,
he
managed
to
accomplish
;
considerately
leaving
his
dinner
-
knife
in
the
heart
of
his
jailer
,
lest
the
poor
fellow
(
who
had
a
family
)
should
be
considered
privy
to
his
flight
,
and
punished
accordingly
by
the
infuriated
king
.
‘
The
monarch
was
frantic
at
the
loss
of
his
son
.
He
knew
not
on
whom
to
vent
his
grief
and
wrath
,
until
fortunately
bethinking
himself
of
the
lord
chamberlain
who
had
brought
him
home
,
he
struck
off
his
pension
and
his
head
together
.
