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Ah
,
but
this
was
not
a
joke
--
this
was
going
beyond
fun
.
The
laughter
ceased
on
the
instant
,
and
fury
took
its
place
.
A
dozen
shouted
--
"
Hale
him
forth
!
To
the
horse-pond
,
to
the
horse-pond
!
Where
be
the
dogs
?
Ho
,
there
,
Lion
!
ho
,
Fangs
!
"
Then
followed
such
a
thing
as
England
had
never
seen
before
--
the
sacred
person
of
the
heir
to
the
throne
rudely
buffeted
by
plebeian
hands
,
and
set
upon
and
torn
by
dogs
.
As
night
drew
to
a
close
that
day
,
the
prince
found
himself
far
down
in
the
close-built
portion
of
the
city
.
His
body
was
bruised
,
his
hands
were
bleeding
,
and
his
rags
were
all
besmirched
with
mud
.
He
wandered
on
and
on
,
and
grew
more
and
more
bewildered
,
and
so
tired
and
faint
he
could
hardly
drag
one
foot
after
the
other
.
He
had
ceased
to
ask
questions
of
anyone
,
since
they
brought
him
only
insult
instead
of
information
.
He
kept
muttering
to
himself
,
"
Offal
Court
--
that
is
the
name
;
if
I
can
but
find
it
before
my
strength
is
wholly
spent
and
I
drop
,
then
am
I
saved
--
for
his
people
will
take
me
to
the
palace
and
prove
that
I
am
none
of
theirs
,
but
the
true
prince
,
and
I
shall
have
mine
own
again
.
"
And
now
and
then
his
mind
reverted
to
his
treatment
by
those
rude
Christ
's
Hospital
boys
,
and
he
said
,
"
When
I
am
king
,
they
shall
not
have
bread
and
shelter
only
,
but
also
teachings
out
of
books
;
for
a
full
belly
is
little
worth
where
the
mind
is
starved
,
and
the
heart
.
I
will
keep
this
diligently
in
my
remembrance
,
that
this
day
's
lesson
be
not
lost
upon
me
,
and
my
people
suffer
thereby
;
for
learning
softeneth
the
heart
and
breedeth
gentleness
and
charity
.
"
The
lights
began
to
twinkle
,
it
came
on
to
rain
,
the
wind
rose
,
and
a
raw
and
gusty
night
set
in
.
The
houseless
prince
,
the
homeless
heir
to
the
throne
of
England
,
still
moved
on
,
drifting
deeper
into
the
maze
of
squalid
alleys
where
the
swarming
hives
of
poverty
and
misery
were
massed
together
.
Suddenly
a
great
drunken
ruffian
collared
him
and
said
--
"
Out
to
this
time
of
night
again
,
and
hast
not
brought
a
farthing
home
,
I
warrant
me
!
If
it
be
so
,
an
'
I
do
not
break
all
the
bones
in
thy
lean
body
,
then
am
I
not
John
Canty
,
but
some
other
.
"
The
prince
twisted
himself
loose
,
unconsciously
brushed
his
profaned
shoulder
,
and
eagerly
said
--
"
Oh
,
art
his
father
,
truly
?
Sweet
heaven
grant
it
be
so
--
then
wilt
thou
fetch
him
away
and
restore
me
!
"
