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Hendon
made
no
outcry
under
the
scourge
,
but
bore
the
heavy
blows
with
soldierly
fortitude
.
This
,
together
with
his
redeeming
the
boy
by
taking
his
stripes
for
him
,
compelled
the
respect
of
even
that
forlorn
and
degraded
mob
that
was
gathered
there
;
and
its
gibes
and
hootings
died
away
,
and
no
sound
remained
but
the
sound
of
the
falling
blows
.
The
stillness
that
pervaded
the
place
,
when
Hendon
found
himself
once
more
in
the
stocks
,
was
in
strong
contrast
with
the
insulting
clamour
which
had
prevailed
there
so
little
a
while
before
.
The
King
came
softly
to
Hendon
's
side
,
and
whispered
in
his
ear
--
"
Kings
can
not
ennoble
thee
,
thou
good
,
great
soul
,
for
One
who
is
higher
than
kings
hath
done
that
for
thee
;
but
a
king
can
confirm
thy
nobility
to
men
.
"
He
picked
up
the
scourge
from
the
ground
,
touched
Hendon
's
bleeding
shoulders
lightly
with
it
,
and
whispered
,
"
Edward
of
England
dubs
thee
Earl
!
"
Hendon
was
touched
.
The
water
welled
to
his
eyes
,
yet
at
the
same
time
the
grisly
humour
of
the
situation
and
circumstances
so
undermined
his
gravity
that
it
was
all
he
could
do
to
keep
some
sign
of
his
inward
mirth
from
showing
outside
.
To
be
suddenly
hoisted
,
naked
and
gory
,
from
the
common
stocks
to
the
Alpine
altitude
and
splendour
of
an
Earldom
,
seemed
to
him
the
last
possibility
in
the
line
of
the
grotesque
.
He
said
to
himself
,
"
Now
am
I
finely
tinselled
,
indeed
!
The
spectre-knight
of
the
Kingdom
of
Dreams
and
Shadows
is
become
a
spectre-earl
--
a
dizzy
flight
for
a
callow
wing
!
An
'
this
go
on
,
I
shall
presently
be
hung
like
a
very
maypole
with
fantastic
gauds
and
make-believe
honours
But
I
shall
value
them
,
all
valueless
as
they
are
,
for
the
love
that
doth
bestow
them
.
Better
these
poor
mock
dignities
of
mine
,
that
come
unasked
,
from
a
clean
hand
and
a
right
spirit
,
than
real
ones
bought
by
servility
from
grudging
and
interested
power
.
"
The
dreaded
Sir
Hugh
wheeled
his
horse
about
,
and
as
he
spurred
away
,
the
living
wall
divided
silently
to
let
him
pass
,
and
as
silently
closed
together
again
.
And
so
remained
;
nobody
went
so
far
as
to
venture
a
remark
in
favour
of
the
prisoner
,
or
in
compliment
to
him
;
but
no
matter
--
the
absence
of
abuse
was
a
sufficient
homage
in
itself
.
A
late
comer
who
was
not
posted
as
to
the
present
circumstances
,
and
who
delivered
a
sneer
at
the
'
impostor
,
'
and
was
in
the
act
of
following
it
with
a
dead
cat
,
was
promptly
knocked
down
and
kicked
out
,
without
any
words
,
and
then
the
deep
quiet
resumed
sway
once
more
.
When
Hendon
's
term
of
service
in
the
stocks
was
finished
,
he
was
released
and
ordered
to
quit
the
region
and
come
back
no
more
.
His
sword
was
restored
to
him
,
and
also
his
mule
and
his
donkey
.
He
mounted
and
rode
off
,
followed
by
the
King
,
the
crowd
opening
with
quiet
respectfulness
to
let
them
pass
,
and
then
dispersing
when
they
were
gone
.
Hendon
was
soon
absorbed
in
thought
.
There
were
questions
of
high
import
to
be
answered
.
What
should
he
do
?
Whither
should
he
go
?
Powerful
help
must
be
found
somewhere
,
or
he
must
relinquish
his
inheritance
and
remain
under
the
imputation
of
being
an
impostor
besides
.
Where
could
he
hope
to
find
this
powerful
help
?
Where
,
indeed
!
It
was
a
knotty
question
.
By-and-by
a
thought
occurred
to
him
which
pointed
to
a
possibility
--
the
slenderest
of
slender
possibilities
,
certainly
,
but
still
worth
considering
,
for
lack
of
any
other
that
promised
anything
at
all
.
He
remembered
what
old
Andrews
had
said
about
the
young
King
's
goodness
and
his
generous
championship
of
the
wronged
and
unfortunate
.
Why
not
go
and
try
to
get
speech
of
him
and
beg
for
justice
?
Ah
,
yes
,
but
could
so
fantastic
a
pauper
get
admission
to
the
august
presence
of
a
monarch
?
Never
mind
--
let
that
matter
take
care
of
itself
;
it
was
a
bridge
that
would
not
need
to
be
crossed
till
he
should
come
to
it
.
He
was
an
old
campaigner
,
and
used
to
inventing
shifts
and
expedients
:
no
doubt
he
would
be
able
to
find
a
way
.
Yes
,
he
would
strike
for
the
capital
.
Maybe
his
father
's
old
friend
Sir
Humphrey
Marlow
would
help
him
--
'
good
old
Sir
Humphrey
,
Head
Lieutenant
of
the
late
King
's
kitchen
,
or
stables
,
or
something
'
--
Miles
could
not
remember
just
what
or
which
.
Now
that
he
had
something
to
turn
his
energies
to
,
a
distinctly
defined
object
to
accomplish
,
the
fog
of
humiliation
and
depression
which
had
settled
down
upon
his
spirits
lifted
and
blew
away
,
and
he
raised
his
head
and
looked
about
him
.
He
was
surprised
to
see
how
far
he
had
come
;
the
village
was
away
behind
him
.
The
King
was
jogging
along
in
his
wake
,
with
his
head
bowed
;
for
he
,
too
,
was
deep
in
plans
and
thinkings
.
A
sorrowful
misgiving
clouded
Hendon
's
new-born
cheerfulness
:
would
the
boy
be
willing
to
go
again
to
a
city
where
,
during
all
his
brief
life
,
he
had
never
known
anything
but
ill-usage
and
pinching
want
?
But
the
question
must
be
asked
;
it
could
not
be
avoided
;
so
Hendon
reined
up
,
and
called
out
--
"
I
had
forgotten
to
inquire
whither
we
are
bound
.
Thy
commands
,
my
liege
!
"
