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Tom
discovered
Charing
Village
presently
,
and
rested
himself
at
the
beautiful
cross
built
there
by
a
bereaved
king
of
earlier
days
;
then
idled
down
a
quiet
,
lovely
road
,
past
the
great
cardinal
's
stately
palace
,
toward
a
far
more
mighty
and
majestic
palace
beyond
--
Westminster
.
Tom
stared
in
glad
wonder
at
the
vast
pile
of
masonry
,
the
wide-spreading
wings
,
the
frowning
bastions
and
turrets
,
the
huge
stone
gateway
,
with
its
gilded
bars
and
its
magnificent
array
of
colossal
granite
lions
,
and
other
the
signs
and
symbols
of
English
royalty
.
Was
the
desire
of
his
soul
to
be
satisfied
at
last
?
Here
,
indeed
,
was
a
king
's
palace
.
Might
he
not
hope
to
see
a
prince
now
--
a
prince
of
flesh
and
blood
,
if
Heaven
were
willing
?
At
each
side
of
the
gilded
gate
stood
a
living
statue
--
that
is
to
say
,
an
erect
and
stately
and
motionless
man-at-arms
,
clad
from
head
to
heel
in
shining
steel
armour
.
At
a
respectful
distance
were
many
country
folk
,
and
people
from
the
city
,
waiting
for
any
chance
glimpse
of
royalty
that
might
offer
.
Splendid
carriages
,
with
splendid
people
in
them
and
splendid
servants
outside
,
were
arriving
and
departing
by
several
other
noble
gateways
that
pierced
the
royal
enclosure
.
Poor
little
Tom
,
in
his
rags
,
approached
,
and
was
moving
slowly
and
timidly
past
the
sentinels
,
with
a
beating
heart
and
a
rising
hope
,
when
all
at
once
he
caught
sight
through
the
golden
bars
of
a
spectacle
that
almost
made
him
shout
for
joy
.
Within
was
a
comely
boy
,
tanned
and
brown
with
sturdy
outdoor
sports
and
exercises
,
whose
clothing
was
all
of
lovely
silks
and
satins
,
shining
with
jewels
;
at
his
hip
a
little
jewelled
sword
and
dagger
;
dainty
buskins
on
his
feet
,
with
red
heels
;
and
on
his
head
a
jaunty
crimson
cap
,
with
drooping
plumes
fastened
with
a
great
sparkling
gem
.
Several
gorgeous
gentlemen
stood
near
--
his
servants
,
without
a
doubt
.
Oh
!
he
was
a
prince
--
a
prince
,
a
living
prince
,
a
real
prince
--
without
the
shadow
of
a
question
;
and
the
prayer
of
the
pauper-boy
's
heart
was
answered
at
last
.
Tom
's
breath
came
quick
and
short
with
excitement
,
and
his
eyes
grew
big
with
wonder
and
delight
.
Everything
gave
way
in
his
mind
instantly
to
one
desire
:
that
was
to
get
close
to
the
prince
,
and
have
a
good
,
devouring
look
at
him
.
Before
he
knew
what
he
was
about
,
he
had
his
face
against
the
gate-bars
.
The
next
instant
one
of
the
soldiers
snatched
him
rudely
away
,
and
sent
him
spinning
among
the
gaping
crowd
of
country
gawks
and
London
idlers
.
The
soldier
said
,
--
"
Mind
thy
manners
,
thou
young
beggar
!
"
The
crowd
jeered
and
laughed
;
but
the
young
prince
sprang
to
the
gate
with
his
face
flushed
,
and
his
eyes
flashing
with
indignation
,
and
cried
out
,
--
"
How
dar
's
t
thou
use
a
poor
lad
like
that
?
How
dar
's
t
thou
use
the
King
my
father
's
meanest
subject
so
?
Open
the
gates
,
and
let
him
in
!
"
You
should
have
seen
that
fickle
crowd
snatch
off
their
hats
then
.
You
should
have
heard
them
cheer
,
and
shout
,
"
Long
live
the
Prince
of
Wales
!
"
The
soldiers
presented
arms
with
their
halberds
,
opened
the
gates
,
and
presented
again
as
the
little
Prince
of
Poverty
passed
in
,
in
his
fluttering
rags
,
to
join
hands
with
the
Prince
of
Limitless
Plenty
.
