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"
I
am
not
his
brother
,
"
said
the
King
,
interrupting
.
"
What
!
not
his
brother
?
"
"
Oh
,
hear
him
!
"
groaned
Hugo
,
then
privately
ground
his
teeth
.
"
He
denies
his
own
brother
--
and
he
with
one
foot
in
the
grave
!
"
"
Boy
,
thou
art
indeed
hard
of
heart
,
if
this
is
thy
brother
.
For
shame
!
--
and
he
scarce
able
to
move
hand
or
foot
.
If
he
is
not
thy
brother
,
who
is
he
,
then
?
"
"
A
beggar
and
a
thief
!
He
has
got
your
money
and
has
picked
your
pocket
likewise
.
An
'
thou
would
's
t
do
a
healing
miracle
,
lay
thy
staff
over
his
shoulders
and
trust
Providence
for
the
rest
.
"
But
Hugo
did
not
tarry
for
the
miracle
.
In
a
moment
he
was
up
and
off
like
the
wind
,
the
gentleman
following
after
and
raising
the
hue
and
cry
lustily
as
he
went
.
The
King
,
breathing
deep
gratitude
to
Heaven
for
his
own
release
,
fled
in
the
opposite
direction
,
and
did
not
slacken
his
pace
until
he
was
out
of
harm
's
reach
.
He
took
the
first
road
that
offered
,
and
soon
put
the
village
behind
him
.
He
hurried
along
,
as
briskly
as
he
could
,
during
several
hours
,
keeping
a
nervous
watch
over
his
shoulder
for
pursuit
;
but
his
fears
left
him
at
last
,
and
a
grateful
sense
of
security
took
their
place
.
He
recognised
,
now
,
that
he
was
hungry
,
and
also
very
tired
.
So
he
halted
at
a
farmhouse
;
but
when
he
was
about
to
speak
,
he
was
cut
short
and
driven
rudely
away
.
His
clothes
were
against
him
.
He
wandered
on
,
wounded
and
indignant
,
and
was
resolved
to
put
himself
in
the
way
of
like
treatment
no
more
.
But
hunger
is
pride
's
master
;
so
,
as
the
evening
drew
near
,
he
made
an
attempt
at
another
farmhouse
;
but
here
he
fared
worse
than
before
;
for
he
was
called
hard
names
and
was
promised
arrest
as
a
vagrant
except
he
moved
on
promptly
.
The
night
came
on
,
chilly
and
overcast
;
and
still
the
footsore
monarch
laboured
slowly
on
.
He
was
obliged
to
keep
moving
,
for
every
time
he
sat
down
to
rest
he
was
soon
penetrated
to
the
bone
with
the
cold
.
All
his
sensations
and
experiences
,
as
he
moved
through
the
solemn
gloom
and
the
empty
vastness
of
the
night
,
were
new
and
strange
to
him
.
At
intervals
he
heard
voices
approach
,
pass
by
,
and
fade
into
silence
;
and
as
he
saw
nothing
more
of
the
bodies
they
belonged
to
than
a
sort
of
formless
drifting
blur
,
there
was
something
spectral
and
uncanny
about
it
all
that
made
him
shudder
.
Occasionally
he
caught
the
twinkle
of
a
light
--
always
far
away
,
apparently
--
almost
in
another
world
;
if
he
heard
the
tinkle
of
a
sheep
's
bell
,
it
was
vague
,
distant
,
indistinct
;
the
muffled
lowing
of
the
herds
floated
to
him
on
the
night
wind
in
vanishing
cadences
,
a
mournful
sound
;
now
and
then
came
the
complaining
howl
of
a
dog
over
viewless
expanses
of
field
and
forest
;
all
sounds
were
remote
;
they
made
the
little
King
feel
that
all
life
and
activity
were
far
removed
from
him
,
and
that
he
stood
solitary
,
companionless
,
in
the
centre
of
a
measureless
solitude
.
He
stumbled
along
,
through
the
gruesome
fascinations
of
this
new
experience
,
startled
occasionally
by
the
soft
rustling
of
the
dry
leaves
overhead
,
so
like
human
whispers
they
seemed
to
sound
;
and
by-and-by
he
came
suddenly
upon
the
freckled
light
of
a
tin
lantern
near
at
hand
.
He
stepped
back
into
the
shadows
and
waited
.
The
lantern
stood
by
the
open
door
of
a
barn
.
The
King
waited
some
time
--
there
was
no
sound
,
and
nobody
stirring
.
He
got
so
cold
,
standing
still
,
and
the
hospitable
barn
looked
so
enticing
,
that
at
last
he
resolved
to
risk
everything
and
enter
.
He
started
swiftly
and
stealthily
,
and
just
as
he
was
crossing
the
threshold
he
heard
voices
behind
him
.
He
darted
behind
a
cask
,
within
the
barn
,
and
stooped
down
.
Two
farm-labourers
came
in
,
bringing
the
lantern
with
them
,
and
fell
to
work
,
talking
meanwhile
.
Whilst
they
moved
about
with
the
light
,
the
King
made
good
use
of
his
eyes
and
took
the
bearings
of
what
seemed
to
be
a
good-sized
stall
at
the
further
end
of
the
place
,
purposing
to
grope
his
way
to
it
when
he
should
be
left
to
himself
.
He
also
noted
the
position
of
a
pile
of
horse
blankets
,
midway
of
the
route
,
with
the
intent
to
levy
upon
them
for
the
service
of
the
crown
of
England
for
one
night
.
