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"
Offend
me
not
with
thy
sordid
matters
.
I
tell
thee
again
I
am
the
King
's
son
.
"
A
sounding
blow
upon
the
Prince
's
shoulder
from
Canty
's
broad
palm
sent
him
staggering
into
goodwife
Canty
's
arms
,
who
clasped
him
to
her
breast
,
and
sheltered
him
from
a
pelting
rain
of
cuffs
and
slaps
by
interposing
her
own
person
.
The
frightened
girls
retreated
to
their
corner
;
but
the
grandmother
stepped
eagerly
forward
to
assist
her
son
.
The
Prince
sprang
away
from
Mrs.
Canty
,
exclaiming
--
"
Thou
shalt
not
suffer
for
me
,
madam
.
Let
these
swine
do
their
will
upon
me
alone
.
"
This
speech
infuriated
the
swine
to
such
a
degree
that
they
set
about
their
work
without
waste
of
time
.
Between
them
they
belaboured
the
boy
right
soundly
,
and
then
gave
the
girls
and
their
mother
a
beating
for
showing
sympathy
for
the
victim
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Canty
,
"
to
bed
,
all
of
ye
.
The
entertainment
has
tired
me
.
"
The
light
was
put
out
,
and
the
family
retired
.
As
soon
as
the
snorings
of
the
head
of
the
house
and
his
mother
showed
that
they
were
asleep
,
the
young
girls
crept
to
where
the
Prince
lay
,
and
covered
him
tenderly
from
the
cold
with
straw
and
rags
;
and
their
mother
crept
to
him
also
,
and
stroked
his
hair
,
and
cried
over
him
,
whispering
broken
words
of
comfort
and
compassion
in
his
ear
the
while
.
She
had
saved
a
morsel
for
him
to
eat
,
also
;
but
the
boy
's
pains
had
swept
away
all
appetite
--
at
least
for
black
and
tasteless
crusts
.
He
was
touched
by
her
brave
and
costly
defence
of
him
,
and
by
her
commiseration
;
and
he
thanked
her
in
very
noble
and
princely
words
,
and
begged
her
to
go
to
her
sleep
and
try
to
forget
her
sorrows
.
And
he
added
that
the
King
his
father
would
not
let
her
loyal
kindness
and
devotion
go
unrewarded
.
This
return
to
his
'
madness
'
broke
her
heart
anew
,
and
she
strained
him
to
her
breast
again
and
again
,
and
then
went
back
,
drowned
in
tears
,
to
her
bed
.
As
she
lay
thinking
and
mourning
,
the
suggestion
began
to
creep
into
her
mind
that
there
was
an
undefinable
something
about
this
boy
that
was
lacking
in
Tom
Canty
,
mad
or
sane
.
She
could
not
describe
it
,
she
could
not
tell
just
what
it
was
,
and
yet
her
sharp
mother-instinct
seemed
to
detect
it
and
perceive
it
.
What
if
the
boy
were
really
not
her
son
,
after
all
?
Oh
,
absurd
!
She
almost
smiled
at
the
idea
,
spite
of
her
griefs
and
troubles
.
No
matter
,
she
found
that
it
was
an
idea
that
would
not
'
down
,
'
but
persisted
in
haunting
her
.
It
pursued
her
,
it
harassed
her
,
it
clung
to
her
,
and
refused
to
be
put
away
or
ignored
.
At
last
she
perceived
that
there
was
not
going
to
be
any
peace
for
her
until
she
should
devise
a
test
that
should
prove
,
clearly
and
without
question
,
whether
this
lad
was
her
son
or
not
,
and
so
banish
these
wearing
and
worrying
doubts
.
Ah
,
yes
,
this
was
plainly
the
right
way
out
of
the
difficulty
;
therefore
she
set
her
wits
to
work
at
once
to
contrive
that
test
.
But
it
was
an
easier
thing
to
propose
than
to
accomplish
.
She
turned
over
in
her
mind
one
promising
test
after
another
,
but
was
obliged
to
relinquish
them
all
--
none
of
them
were
absolutely
sure
,
absolutely
perfect
;
and
an
imperfect
one
could
not
satisfy
her
.
Evidently
she
was
racking
her
head
in
vain
--
it
seemed
manifest
that
she
must
give
the
matter
up
.
While
this
depressing
thought
was
passing
through
her
mind
,
her
ear
caught
the
regular
breathing
of
the
boy
,
and
she
knew
he
had
fallen
asleep
.
And
while
she
listened
,
the
measured
breathing
was
broken
by
a
soft
,
startled
cry
,
such
as
one
utters
in
a
troubled
dream
.
This
chance
occurrence
furnished
her
instantly
with
a
plan
worth
all
her
laboured
tests
combined
.
She
at
once
set
herself
feverishly
,
but
noiselessly
,
to
work
to
relight
her
candle
,
muttering
to
herself
,
"
Had
I
but
seen
him
then
,
I
should
have
known
!
Since
that
day
,
when
he
was
little
,
that
the
powder
burst
in
his
face
,
he
hath
never
been
startled
of
a
sudden
out
of
his
dreams
or
out
of
his
thinkings
,
but
he
hath
cast
his
hand
before
his
eyes
,
even
as
he
did
that
day
;
and
not
as
others
would
do
it
,
with
the
palm
inward
,
but
always
with
the
palm
turned
outward
--
I
have
seen
it
a
hundred
times
,
and
it
hath
never
varied
nor
ever
failed
.
Yes
,
I
shall
soon
know
,
now
!
"
By
this
time
she
had
crept
to
the
slumbering
boy
's
side
,
with
the
candle
,
shaded
,
in
her
hand
.
She
bent
heedfully
and
warily
over
him
,
scarcely
breathing
in
her
suppressed
excitement
,
and
suddenly
flashed
the
light
in
his
face
and
struck
the
floor
by
his
ear
with
her
knuckles
.
The
sleeper
's
eyes
sprang
wide
open
,
and
he
cast
a
startled
stare
about
him
--
but
he
made
no
special
movement
with
his
hands
.
