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Ah
!
that
was
not
the
answer
he
was
expecting
.
The
dream
had
snapped
asunder
--
he
was
awake
.
He
opened
his
eyes
--
the
richly
clad
First
Lord
of
the
Bedchamber
was
kneeling
by
his
couch
.
The
gladness
of
the
lying
dream
faded
away
--
the
poor
boy
recognised
that
he
was
still
a
captive
and
a
king
.
The
room
was
filled
with
courtiers
clothed
in
purple
mantles
--
the
mourning
colour
--
and
with
noble
servants
of
the
monarch
.
Tom
sat
up
in
bed
and
gazed
out
from
the
heavy
silken
curtains
upon
this
fine
company
.
The
weighty
business
of
dressing
began
,
and
one
courtier
after
another
knelt
and
paid
his
court
and
offered
to
the
little
King
his
condolences
upon
his
heavy
loss
,
whilst
the
dressing
proceeded
.
In
the
beginning
,
a
shirt
was
taken
up
by
the
Chief
Equerry
in
Waiting
,
who
passed
it
to
the
First
Lord
of
the
Buckhounds
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Second
Gentleman
of
the
Bedchamber
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Head
Ranger
of
Windsor
Forest
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Third
Groom
of
the
Stole
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Chancellor
Royal
of
the
Duchy
of
Lancaster
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Master
of
the
Wardrobe
,
who
passed
it
to
Norroy
King-at-Arms
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Constable
of
the
Tower
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Chief
Steward
of
the
Household
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Hereditary
Grand
Diaperer
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Lord
High
Admiral
of
England
,
who
passed
it
to
the
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
,
who
passed
it
to
the
First
Lord
of
the
Bedchamber
,
who
took
what
was
left
of
it
and
put
it
on
Tom
.
Poor
little
wondering
chap
,
it
reminded
him
of
passing
buckets
at
a
fire
.
Each
garment
in
its
turn
had
to
go
through
this
slow
and
solemn
process
;
consequently
Tom
grew
very
weary
of
the
ceremony
;
so
weary
that
he
felt
an
almost
gushing
gratefulness
when
he
at
last
saw
his
long
silken
hose
begin
the
journey
down
the
line
and
knew
that
the
end
of
the
matter
was
drawing
near
.
But
he
exulted
too
soon
.
The
First
Lord
of
the
Bedchamber
received
the
hose
and
was
about
to
encase
Tom
's
legs
in
them
,
when
a
sudden
flush
invaded
his
face
and
he
hurriedly
hustled
the
things
back
into
the
hands
of
the
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
with
an
astounded
look
and
a
whispered
,
"
See
,
my
lord
!
"
pointing
to
a
something
connected
with
the
hose
.
The
Archbishop
paled
,
then
flushed
,
and
passed
the
hose
to
the
Lord
High
Admiral
,
whispering
,
"
See
,
my
lord
!
"
The
Admiral
passed
the
hose
to
the
Hereditary
Grand
Diaperer
,
and
had
hardly
breath
enough
in
his
body
to
ejaculate
,
"
See
,
my
lord
!
"
The
hose
drifted
backward
along
the
line
,
to
the
Chief
Steward
of
the
Household
,
the
Constable
of
the
Tower
,
Norroy
King-at-Arms
,
the
Master
of
the
Wardrobe
,
the
Chancellor
Royal
of
the
Duchy
of
Lancaster
,
the
Third
Groom
of
the
Stole
,
the
Head
Ranger
of
Windsor
Forest
,
the
Second
Gentleman
of
the
Bedchamber
,
the
First
Lord
of
the
Buckhounds
,
--
accompanied
always
with
that
amazed
and
frightened
"
See
!
see
!
"
--
till
they
finally
reached
the
hands
of
the
Chief
Equerry
in
Waiting
,
who
gazed
a
moment
,
with
a
pallid
face
,
upon
what
had
caused
all
this
dismay
,
then
hoarsely
whispered
,
"
Body
of
my
life
,
a
tag
gone
from
a
truss-point
!
--
to
the
Tower
with
the
Head
Keeper
of
the
King
's
Hose
!
"
--
after
which
he
leaned
upon
the
shoulder
of
the
First
Lord
of
the
Buckhounds
to
regather
his
vanished
strength
whilst
fresh
hose
,
without
any
damaged
strings
to
them
,
were
brought
.
But
all
things
must
have
an
end
,
and
so
in
time
Tom
Canty
was
in
a
condition
to
get
out
of
bed
.
The
proper
official
poured
water
,
the
proper
official
engineered
the
washing
,
the
proper
official
stood
by
with
a
towel
,
and
by-and-by
Tom
got
safely
through
the
purifying
stage
and
was
ready
for
the
services
of
the
Hairdresser-royal
.
When
he
at
length
emerged
from
this
master
's
hands
,
he
was
a
gracious
figure
and
as
pretty
as
a
girl
,
in
his
mantle
and
trunks
of
purple
satin
,
and
purple-plumed
cap
.
He
now
moved
in
state
toward
his
breakfast-room
,
through
the
midst
of
the
courtly
assemblage
;
and
as
he
passed
,
these
fell
back
,
leaving
his
way
free
,
and
dropped
upon
their
knees
.
After
breakfast
he
was
conducted
,
with
regal
ceremony
,
attended
by
his
great
officers
and
his
guard
of
fifty
Gentlemen
Pensioners
bearing
gilt
battle-axes
,
to
the
throne-room
,
where
he
proceeded
to
transact
business
of
state
.
His
'
uncle
,
'
Lord
Hertford
,
took
his
stand
by
the
throne
,
to
assist
the
royal
mind
with
wise
counsel
.
The
body
of
illustrious
men
named
by
the
late
King
as
his
executors
appeared
,
to
ask
Tom
's
approval
of
certain
acts
of
theirs
--
rather
a
form
,
and
yet
not
wholly
a
form
,
since
there
was
no
Protector
as
yet
.
The
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
made
report
of
the
decree
of
the
Council
of
Executors
concerning
the
obsequies
of
his
late
most
illustrious
Majesty
,
and
finished
by
reading
the
signatures
of
the
Executors
,
to
wit
:
the
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
;
the
Lord
Chancellor
of
England
;
William
Lord
St.
John
;
John
Lord
Russell
;
Edward
Earl
of
Hertford
;
John
Viscount
Lisle
;
Cuthbert
Bishop
of
Durham
--
Tom
was
not
listening
--
an
earlier
clause
of
the
document
was
puzzling
him
.
