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When
the
meal
was
over
at
last
and
he
marched
away
in
the
midst
of
his
bright
pageant
,
with
the
happy
noises
in
his
ears
of
blaring
bugles
,
rolling
drums
,
and
thundering
acclamations
,
he
felt
that
if
he
had
seen
the
worst
of
dining
in
public
it
was
an
ordeal
which
he
would
be
glad
to
endure
several
times
a
day
if
by
that
means
he
could
but
buy
himself
free
from
some
of
the
more
formidable
requirements
of
his
royal
office
.
Miles
Hendon
hurried
along
toward
the
Southwark
end
of
the
bridge
,
keeping
a
sharp
look-out
for
the
persons
he
sought
,
and
hoping
and
expecting
to
overtake
them
presently
.
He
was
disappointed
in
this
,
however
.
By
asking
questions
,
he
was
enabled
to
track
them
part
of
the
way
through
Southwark
;
then
all
traces
ceased
,
and
he
was
perplexed
as
to
how
to
proceed
.
Still
,
he
continued
his
efforts
as
best
he
could
during
the
rest
of
the
day
.
Nightfall
found
him
leg-weary
,
half-famished
,
and
his
desire
as
far
from
accomplishment
as
ever
;
so
he
supped
at
the
Tabard
Inn
and
went
to
bed
,
resolved
to
make
an
early
start
in
the
morning
,
and
give
the
town
an
exhaustive
search
.
As
he
lay
thinking
and
planning
,
he
presently
began
to
reason
thus
:
The
boy
would
escape
from
the
ruffian
,
his
reputed
father
,
if
possible
;
would
he
go
back
to
London
and
seek
his
former
haunts
?
No
,
he
would
not
do
that
,
he
would
avoid
recapture
.
What
,
then
,
would
he
do
?
Never
having
had
a
friend
in
the
world
,
or
a
protector
,
until
he
met
Miles
Hendon
,
he
would
naturally
try
to
find
that
friend
again
,
provided
the
effort
did
not
require
him
to
go
toward
London
and
danger
.
He
would
strike
for
Hendon
Hall
,
that
is
what
he
would
do
,
for
he
knew
Hendon
was
homeward
bound
and
there
he
might
expect
to
find
him
.
Yes
,
the
case
was
plain
to
Hendon
--
he
must
lose
no
more
time
in
Southwark
,
but
move
at
once
through
Kent
,
toward
Monk
's
Holm
,
searching
the
wood
and
inquiring
as
he
went
.
Let
us
return
to
the
vanished
little
King
now
.
The
ruffian
whom
the
waiter
at
the
inn
on
the
bridge
saw
'
about
to
join
'
the
youth
and
the
King
did
not
exactly
join
them
,
but
fell
in
close
behind
them
and
followed
their
steps
.
He
said
nothing
.
His
left
arm
was
in
a
sling
,
and
he
wore
a
large
green
patch
over
his
left
eye
;
he
limped
slightly
,
and
used
an
oaken
staff
as
a
support
.
The
youth
led
the
King
a
crooked
course
through
Southwark
,
and
by-and-by
struck
into
the
high
road
beyond
.
The
King
was
irritated
,
now
,
and
said
he
would
stop
here
--
it
was
Hendon
's
place
to
come
to
him
,
not
his
to
go
to
Hendon
.
He
would
not
endure
such
insolence
;
he
would
stop
where
he
was
.
The
youth
said
--
"
Thou
'
lt
tarry
here
,
and
thy
friend
lying
wounded
in
the
wood
yonder
?
So
be
it
,
then
.
"
The
King
's
manner
changed
at
once
.
He
cried
out
--
"
Wounded
?
And
who
hath
dared
to
do
it
?
But
that
is
apart
;
lead
on
,
lead
on
!
Faster
,
sirrah
!
Art
shod
with
lead
?
Wounded
,
is
he
?
Now
though
the
doer
of
it
be
a
duke
's
son
he
shall
rue
it
!
"
It
was
some
distance
to
the
wood
,
but
the
space
was
speedily
traversed
.
The
youth
looked
about
him
,
discovered
a
bough
sticking
in
the
ground
,
with
a
small
bit
of
rag
tied
to
it
,
then
led
the
way
into
the
forest
,
watching
for
similar
boughs
and
finding
them
at
intervals
;
they
were
evidently
guides
to
the
point
he
was
aiming
at
.
By-and-by
an
open
place
was
reached
,
where
were
the
charred
remains
of
a
farm-house
,
and
near
them
a
barn
which
was
falling
to
ruin
and
decay
.
There
was
no
sign
of
life
anywhere
,
and
utter
silence
prevailed
.
The
youth
entered
the
barn
,
the
King
following
eagerly
upon
his
heels
.
No
one
there
!
The
King
shot
a
surprised
and
suspicious
glance
at
the
youth
,
and
asked
--
"
Where
is
he
?
"
A
mocking
laugh
was
his
answer
.
The
King
was
in
a
rage
in
a
moment
;
he
seized
a
billet
of
wood
and
was
in
the
act
of
charging
upon
the
youth
when
another
mocking
laugh
fell
upon
his
ear
.
It
was
from
the
lame
ruffian
who
had
been
following
at
a
distance
.
The
King
turned
and
said
angrily
--
