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His
anger
began
to
rise
as
the
sense
of
this
new
indignity
which
had
been
put
upon
him
sank
home
;
it
jumped
to
summer
heat
,
the
next
moment
,
when
he
saw
an
egg
sail
through
the
air
and
crush
itself
against
Hendon
's
cheek
,
and
heard
the
crowd
roar
its
enjoyment
of
the
episode
.
He
sprang
across
the
open
circle
and
confronted
the
officer
in
charge
,
crying
--
"
For
shame
!
This
is
my
servant
--
set
him
free
!
I
am
the
--
"
"
Oh
,
peace
!
"
exclaimed
Hendon
,
in
a
panic
,
"
thou
'
lt
destroy
thyself
.
Mind
him
not
,
officer
,
he
is
mad
.
"
"
Give
thyself
no
trouble
as
to
the
matter
of
minding
him
,
good
man
,
I
have
small
mind
to
mind
him
;
but
as
to
teaching
him
somewhat
,
to
that
I
am
well
inclined
.
"
He
turned
to
a
subordinate
and
said
,
"
Give
the
little
fool
a
taste
or
two
of
the
lash
,
to
mend
his
manners
.
"
"
Half
a
dozen
will
better
serve
his
turn
,
"
suggested
Sir
Hugh
,
who
had
ridden
up
,
a
moment
before
,
to
take
a
passing
glance
at
the
proceedings
.
The
King
was
seized
.
He
did
not
even
struggle
,
so
paralysed
was
he
with
the
mere
thought
of
the
monstrous
outrage
that
was
proposed
to
be
inflicted
upon
his
sacred
person
.
History
was
already
defiled
with
the
record
of
the
scourging
of
an
English
king
with
whips
--
it
was
an
intolerable
reflection
that
he
must
furnish
a
duplicate
of
that
shameful
page
.
He
was
in
the
toils
,
there
was
no
help
for
him
;
he
must
either
take
this
punishment
or
beg
for
its
remission
.
Hard
conditions
;
he
would
take
the
stripes
--
a
king
might
do
that
,
but
a
king
could
not
beg
.
But
meantime
,
Miles
Hendon
was
resolving
the
difficulty
.
"
Let
the
child
go
,
"
said
he
;
"
ye
heartless
dogs
,
do
ye
not
see
how
young
and
frail
he
is
?
Let
him
go
--
I
will
take
his
lashes
.
"
"
Marry
,
a
good
thought
--
and
thanks
for
it
,
"
said
Sir
Hugh
,
his
face
lighting
with
a
sardonic
satisfaction
.
"
Let
the
little
beggar
go
,
and
give
this
fellow
a
dozen
in
his
place
--
an
honest
dozen
,
well
laid
on
.
"
The
King
was
in
the
act
of
entering
a
fierce
protest
,
but
Sir
Hugh
silenced
him
with
the
potent
remark
,
"
Yes
,
speak
up
,
do
,
and
free
thy
mind
--
only
,
mark
ye
,
that
for
each
word
you
utter
he
shall
get
six
strokes
the
more
.
"
Hendon
was
removed
from
the
stocks
,
and
his
back
laid
bare
;
and
whilst
the
lash
was
applied
the
poor
little
King
turned
away
his
face
and
allowed
unroyal
tears
to
channel
his
cheeks
unchecked
.
"
Ah
,
brave
good
heart
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
this
loyal
deed
shall
never
perish
out
of
my
memory
.
I
will
not
forget
it
--
and
neither
shall
they
!
"
he
added
,
with
passion
.
Whilst
he
mused
,
his
appreciation
of
Hendon
's
magnanimous
conduct
grew
to
greater
and
still
greater
dimensions
in
his
mind
,
and
so
also
did
his
gratefulness
for
it
.
Presently
he
said
to
himself
,
"
Who
saves
his
prince
from
wounds
and
possible
death
--
and
this
he
did
for
me
--
performs
high
service
;
but
it
is
little
--
it
is
nothing
--
oh
,
less
than
nothing
!
--
when
'
tis
weighed
against
the
act
of
him
who
saves
his
prince
from
shame
!
"
