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He
enjoyed
his
splendid
clothes
,
and
ordered
more
:
he
found
his
four
hundred
servants
too
few
for
his
proper
grandeur
,
and
trebled
them
.
The
adulation
of
salaaming
courtiers
came
to
be
sweet
music
to
his
ears
.
He
remained
kind
and
gentle
,
and
a
sturdy
and
determined
champion
of
all
that
were
oppressed
,
and
he
made
tireless
war
upon
unjust
laws
:
yet
upon
occasion
,
being
offended
,
he
could
turn
upon
an
earl
,
or
even
a
duke
,
and
give
him
a
look
that
would
make
him
tremble
.
Once
,
when
his
royal
'
sister
,
'
the
grimly
holy
Lady
Mary
,
set
herself
to
reason
with
him
against
the
wisdom
of
his
course
in
pardoning
so
many
people
who
would
otherwise
be
jailed
,
or
hanged
,
or
burned
,
and
reminded
him
that
their
august
late
father
's
prisons
had
sometimes
contained
as
high
as
sixty
thousand
convicts
at
one
time
,
and
that
during
his
admirable
reign
he
had
delivered
seventy-two
thousand
thieves
and
robbers
over
to
death
by
the
executioner
,
the
boy
was
filled
with
generous
indignation
,
and
commanded
her
to
go
to
her
closet
,
and
beseech
God
to
take
away
the
stone
that
was
in
her
breast
,
and
give
her
a
human
heart
.
Did
Tom
Canty
never
feel
troubled
about
the
poor
little
rightful
prince
who
had
treated
him
so
kindly
,
and
flown
out
with
such
hot
zeal
to
avenge
him
upon
the
insolent
sentinel
at
the
palace-gate
?
Yes
;
his
first
royal
days
and
nights
were
pretty
well
sprinkled
with
painful
thoughts
about
the
lost
prince
,
and
with
sincere
longings
for
his
return
,
and
happy
restoration
to
his
native
rights
and
splendours
.
But
as
time
wore
on
,
and
the
prince
did
not
come
,
Tom
's
mind
became
more
and
more
occupied
with
his
new
and
enchanting
experiences
,
and
by
little
and
little
the
vanished
monarch
faded
almost
out
of
his
thoughts
;
and
finally
,
when
he
did
intrude
upon
them
at
intervals
,
he
was
become
an
unwelcome
spectre
,
for
he
made
Tom
feel
guilty
and
ashamed
.
Tom
's
poor
mother
and
sisters
travelled
the
same
road
out
of
his
mind
.
At
first
he
pined
for
them
,
sorrowed
for
them
,
longed
to
see
them
,
but
later
,
the
thought
of
their
coming
some
day
in
their
rags
and
dirt
,
and
betraying
him
with
their
kisses
,
and
pulling
him
down
from
his
lofty
place
,
and
dragging
him
back
to
penury
and
degradation
and
the
slums
,
made
him
shudder
.
At
last
they
ceased
to
trouble
his
thoughts
almost
wholly
.
And
he
was
content
,
even
glad
:
for
,
whenever
their
mournful
and
accusing
faces
did
rise
before
him
now
,
they
made
him
feel
more
despicable
than
the
worms
that
crawl
At
midnight
of
the
19th
of
February
,
Tom
Canty
was
sinking
to
sleep
in
his
rich
bed
in
the
palace
,
guarded
by
his
loyal
vassals
,
and
surrounded
by
the
pomps
of
royalty
,
a
happy
boy
;
for
tomorrow
was
the
day
appointed
for
his
solemn
crowning
as
King
of
England
.
At
that
same
hour
,
Edward
,
the
true
king
,
hungry
and
thirsty
,
soiled
and
draggled
,
worn
with
travel
,
and
clothed
in
rags
and
shreds
--
his
share
of
the
results
of
the
riot
--
was
wedged
in
among
a
crowd
of
people
who
were
watching
with
deep
interest
certain
hurrying
gangs
of
workmen
who
streamed
in
and
out
of
Westminster
Abbey
,
busy
as
ants
:
they
were
making
the
last
preparation
for
the
royal
coronation
.
When
Tom
Canty
awoke
the
next
morning
,
the
air
was
heavy
with
a
thunderous
murmur
:
all
the
distances
were
charged
with
it
.
It
was
music
to
him
;
for
it
meant
that
the
English
world
was
out
in
its
strength
to
give
loyal
welcome
to
the
great
day
.
Presently
Tom
found
himself
once
more
the
chief
figure
in
a
wonderful
floating
pageant
on
the
Thames
;
for
by
ancient
custom
the
'
recognition
procession
'
through
London
must
start
from
the
Tower
,
and
he
was
bound
thither
.
When
he
arrived
there
,
the
sides
of
the
venerable
fortress
seemed
suddenly
rent
in
a
thousand
places
,
and
from
every
rent
leaped
a
red
tongue
of
flame
and
a
white
gush
of
smoke
;
a
deafening
explosion
followed
,
which
drowned
the
shoutings
of
the
multitude
,
and
made
the
ground
tremble
;
the
flame-jets
,
the
smoke
,
and
the
explosions
,
were
repeated
over
and
over
again
with
marvellous
celerity
,
so
that
in
a
few
moments
the
old
Tower
disappeared
in
the
vast
fog
of
its
own
smoke
,
all
but
the
very
top
of
the
tall
pile
called
the
White
Tower
;
this
,
with
its
banners
,
stood
out
above
the
dense
bank
of
vapour
as
a
mountain-peak
projects
above
a
cloud-rack
.
Tom
Canty
,
splendidly
arrayed
,
mounted
a
prancing
war-steed
,
whose
rich
trappings
almost
reached
to
the
ground
;
his
'
uncle
,
'
the
Lord
Protector
Somerset
,
similarly
mounted
,
took
place
in
his
rear
;
the
King
's
Guard
formed
in
single
ranks
on
either
side
,
clad
in
burnished
armour
;
after
the
Protector
followed
a
seemingly
interminable
procession
of
resplendent
nobles
attended
by
their
vassals
;
after
these
came
the
lord
mayor
and
the
aldermanic
body
,
in
crimson
velvet
robes
,
and
with
their
gold
chains
across
their
breasts
;
and
after
these
the
officers
and
members
of
all
the
guilds
of
London
,
in
rich
raiment
,
and
bearing
the
showy
banners
of
the
several
corporations
.
Also
in
the
procession
,
as
a
special
guard
of
honour
through
the
city
,
was
the
Ancient
and
Honourable
Artillery
Company
--
an
organisation
already
three
hundred
years
old
at
that
time
,
and
the
only
military
body
in
England
possessing
the
privilege
(
which
it
still
possesses
in
our
day
)
of
holding
itself
independent
of
the
commands
of
Parliament
.
It
was
a
brilliant
spectacle
,
and
was
hailed
with
acclamations
all
along
the
line
,
as
it
took
its
stately
way
through
the
packed
multitudes
of
citizens
.
The
chronicler
says
,
'
The
King
,
as
he
entered
the
city
,
was
received
by
the
people
with
prayers
,
welcomings
,
cries
,
and
tender
words
,
and
all
signs
which
argue
an
earnest
love
of
subjects
toward
their
sovereign
;
and
the
King
,
by
holding
up
his
glad
countenance
to
such
as
stood
afar
off
,
and
most
tender
language
to
those
that
stood
nigh
his
Grace
,
showed
himself
no
less
thankful
to
receive
the
people
's
goodwill
than
they
to
offer
it
.
To
all
that
wished
him
well
,
he
gave
thanks
.
To
such
as
bade
"
God
save
his
Grace
,
"
he
said
in
return
,
"
God
save
you
all
!
"
and
added
that
"
he
thanked
them
with
all
his
heart
.
"
Wonderfully
transported
were
the
people
with
the
loving
answers
and
gestures
of
their
King
.
'
In
Fenchurch
Street
a
'
fair
child
,
in
costly
apparel
,
'
stood
on
a
stage
to
welcome
his
Majesty
to
the
city
.
The
last
verse
of
his
greeting
was
in
these
words
--
