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"
Answer
me
truly
,
on
thy
faith
and
honour
!
Uttered
I
here
a
command
,
the
which
none
but
a
king
might
hold
privilege
and
prerogative
to
utter
,
would
such
commandment
be
obeyed
,
and
none
rise
up
to
say
me
nay
?
"
"
None
,
my
liege
,
in
all
these
realms
.
In
thy
person
bides
the
majesty
of
England
.
Thou
art
the
king
--
thy
word
is
law
.
"
Tom
responded
,
in
a
strong
,
earnest
voice
,
and
with
great
animation
--
"
Then
shall
the
king
's
law
be
law
of
mercy
,
from
this
day
,
and
never
more
be
law
of
blood
!
Up
from
thy
knees
and
away
!
To
the
Tower
,
and
say
the
King
decrees
the
Duke
of
Norfolk
shall
not
die
!
"
The
words
were
caught
up
and
carried
eagerly
from
lip
to
lip
far
and
wide
over
the
hall
,
and
as
Hertford
hurried
from
the
presence
,
another
prodigious
shout
burst
forth
--
"
The
reign
of
blood
is
ended
!
Long
live
Edward
,
King
of
England
!
"
As
soon
as
Miles
Hendon
and
the
little
prince
were
clear
of
the
mob
,
they
struck
down
through
back
lanes
and
alleys
toward
the
river
.
Their
way
was
unobstructed
until
they
approached
London
Bridge
;
then
they
ploughed
into
the
multitude
again
,
Hendon
keeping
a
fast
grip
upon
the
Prince
's
--
no
,
the
King
's
--
wrist
.
The
tremendous
news
was
already
abroad
,
and
the
boy
learned
it
from
a
thousand
voices
at
once
--
"
The
King
is
dead
!
"
The
tidings
struck
a
chill
to
the
heart
of
the
poor
little
waif
,
and
sent
a
shudder
through
his
frame
.
He
realised
the
greatness
of
his
loss
,
and
was
filled
with
a
bitter
grief
;
for
the
grim
tyrant
who
had
been
such
a
terror
to
others
had
always
been
gentle
with
him
.
The
tears
sprang
to
his
eyes
and
blurred
all
objects
.
For
an
instant
he
felt
himself
the
most
forlorn
,
outcast
,
and
forsaken
of
God
's
creatures
--
then
another
cry
shook
the
night
with
its
far-reaching
thunders
:
"
Long
live
King
Edward
the
Sixth
!
"
and
this
made
his
eyes
kindle
,
and
thrilled
him
with
pride
to
his
fingers
'
ends
.
"
Ah
,
"
he
thought
,
"
how
grand
and
strange
it
seems
--
I
am
King
!
"
Our
friends
threaded
their
way
slowly
through
the
throngs
upon
the
bridge
.
This
structure
,
which
had
stood
for
six
hundred
years
,
and
had
been
a
noisy
and
populous
thoroughfare
all
that
time
,
was
a
curious
affair
,
for
a
closely
packed
rank
of
stores
and
shops
,
with
family
quarters
overhead
,
stretched
along
both
sides
of
it
,
from
one
bank
of
the
river
to
the
other
.
The
Bridge
was
a
sort
of
town
to
itself
;
it
had
its
inn
,
its
beer-houses
,
its
bakeries
,
its
haberdasheries
,
its
food
markets
,
its
manufacturing
industries
,
and
even
its
church
.
It
looked
upon
the
two
neighbours
which
it
linked
together
--
London
and
Southwark
--
as
being
well
enough
as
suburbs
,
but
not
otherwise
particularly
important
.
It
was
a
close
corporation
,
so
to
speak
;
it
was
a
narrow
town
,
of
a
single
street
a
fifth
of
a
mile
long
,
its
population
was
but
a
village
population
and
everybody
in
it
knew
all
his
fellow-townsmen
intimately
,
and
had
known
their
fathers
and
mothers
before
them
--
and
all
their
little
family
affairs
into
the
bargain
.
It
had
its
aristocracy
,
of
course
--
its
fine
old
families
of
butchers
,
and
bakers
,
and
what-not
,
who
had
occupied
the
same
old
premises
for
five
or
six
hundred
years
,
and
knew
the
great
history
of
the
Bridge
from
beginning
to
end
,
and
all
its
strange
legends
;
and
who
always
talked
bridgy
talk
,
and
thought
bridgy
thoughts
,
and
lied
in
a
long
,
level
,
direct
,
substantial
bridgy
way
.
It
was
just
the
sort
of
population
to
be
narrow
and
ignorant
and
self-conceited
.
Children
were
born
on
the
Bridge
,
were
reared
there
,
grew
to
old
age
,
and
finally
died
without
ever
having
set
a
foot
upon
any
part
of
the
world
but
London
Bridge
alone
.
Such
people
would
naturally
imagine
that
the
mighty
and
interminable
procession
which
moved
through
its
street
night
and
day
,
with
its
confused
roar
of
shouts
and
cries
,
its
neighings
and
bellowing
and
bleatings
and
its
muffled
thunder-tramp
,
was
the
one
great
thing
in
this
world
,
and
themselves
somehow
the
proprietors
of
it
.
And
so
they
were
,
in
effect
--
at
least
they
could
exhibit
it
from
their
windows
,
and
did
--
for
a
consideration
--
whenever
a
returning
king
or
hero
gave
it
a
fleeting
splendour
,
for
there
was
no
place
like
it
for
affording
a
long
,
straight
,
uninterrupted
view
of
marching
columns
.
