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By this time the boy was on his knees. The young girl seemed horror-stricken. She cried out—
“O my lord, on your knees?—and to me!” Then she left the room; and Tom murmured in despair—
“There is no help, there is no hope.”
While he waited there horror-stricken, dreadful news flew through the palace. The whisper flew from servant to servant, from lord to lady, down all the long corridors, “The prince has gone mad, the prince has gone mad!” Soon every hall had groups of lords and ladies and other groups of servants talking in whispers. Presently a splendid official marched by these groups, and made a proclamation—
“IN THE NAME OF THE KING!
Let nobody listen to this false and foolish matter, upon pain of death, nor discuss the same, nor carry it abroad. In the name of the King![7]”
And whispering stopped suddenly.
Soon Tom was slowly walking past the low-bowing groups, looking at his strange surroundings with bewildered eyes. Great nobles walked on each side of him. Behind him followed the court-physicians and some servants.
Presently Tom found himself in a splendid apartment. Around him stood those who had come with him. Before him, sat a very large and very fat man, with a wide stern face. His large head was very grey. His clothes were rich, but old and a little worn. One of his swollen legs lay on a pillow, and was bandaged. There was silence now. This stern-faced invalid was the dreadful Henry VIII. He said—and his face grew gentle as he began to speak—
“How are you, my lord Edward? Have you decided to play a trick on me, the King your father, who loves you?”
Poor Tom was listening to this speech; but when he heard the words ‘me, the King’, his face paled, and he dropped on his knees. He exclaimed—
“Are you the King?”
The King looked bewildered at the boy before him. Then he said—
“Alas, I did not believe the rumour; but I fear it is true.” He said in a gentle voice, “Come to your father, child, you are not well.” Tom approached the King of England, humble and trembling. The King took the frightened face between his hands, then pressed the boy’s head to his breast. Presently he said—
“Do you not know your father, child? Do not break my old heart; say you know me.”
“Yes, you are the King!”
“True, true, do not tremble so. Everyone loves you here. You will not say again that you are not the prince?”
“Please believe me, I told the truth, my lord; for I am a pauper, and it is by accident that I am here! I may go now?”
“Go? Yes, if you wish to. Where do you wish to go?”
Tom answered humbly—
“To the place where my mother and my sisters are, and is home to me; I am not used to this splendid palace—oh, please, sir, let me go!”
The King was silent and thoughtful a while, and his face showed uneasiness. Presently he said, with hope in his voice—
“Perhaps he is mad on this one thing. We will make a test.”
Then he asked Tom a question in Latin, and Tom answered him slowly in the same language. The lords and doctors showed their satisfaction. The King said—
“It shows that his mind is diseased, but not gone. What would you say, sir?”
The court physician bowed low and said—“I believe, sir, that you are right.”
The King looked pleased and continued—“Now we will try him further.”
He put a question to Tom in French. Tom stood silent a moment, then said—
“I do not know this language, your Majesty.” The King looked unhappy and said—
“Come here, child; rest your poor head on your father’s breast. You’ll soon be well. Don’t fear. You’ll soon be well.” Then he turned to the lords: his gentle ma
“Listen you all! My son is mad; but it is not for long. Over-study has done this. Away with his books and teachers! Let him play sports, so that his health comes again.” He went on with energy, “He is mad; but he is my son, and England’s heir; and he will be King! And whoever speaks of his illness will be hanged! … Give me to drink: this sorrow takes my strength… Support me. Mad, is he? Yet he is he Prince of Wales!”
One of the nobles knelt to the king, and said—
“Your majesty, the Hereditary Great Marshal of England is imprisoned in the Tower. He ca
“Quiet! Do not speak his name. Is this man to live forever? Is the prince to not become king, because, at the moment, the realm lacks an Earl Marshal to honour him? No!”
Lord Hertford said—
“The King’s will is law;” and, rising, returned to his former place.
The fury had left the old King’s face, and he said—
“Kiss me, my prince. There … what are you afraid of? Am I not your loving father?”
“You are, my lord: that in truth I know. But—but—it pains me to think that he has to die, and—”
“Ah, it’s like you! I know your heart is still the same, even though your mind is not, for you always had a gentle spirit. But this duke stands between you and your right: I will have another in his stead. Do not trouble your poor head with this matter. Kiss me once again, and go; I need rest. Go with your uncle Hertford and your people, and come again when I feel better.”
Tom left heavy-hearted, for the last sentence was a death-blow to his hopes of being set free.
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Tom felt like a prisoner.
In the prince’s apartment, Tom sat down and looked at the lords standing around him. He asked them to sit down, but they thanked him, and remained standing. He insisted, but his ‘uncle’ the Earl of Hertford whispered in his ear—“Please, do not insist, my lord; they must not sit in your presence.”
Lord St. John came, and bowing to Tom said he had come from the King on a mission that could only be discussed in private. Only the Earl of Hertford could remain.
When the lords left the apartment, Lord St. John said—
“His majesty commands that the prince shall hide his illness[8]. That he shall not deny that he is the true prince, and heir to England’s throne; that he shall behave as is proper; that he shall stop speaking to anyone of his low birth; that he shall try hard to remember everything; that he shall not show that he has forgotten; that whatever bewilders him, he shall take advice of Lord Hertford or myself. His majesty asks to give him back the Great Seal, that he gave you to keep for a while three days ago. He must put it on some important papers.”
Tom replied—
“I shall do what the King has said. But he did not give the Seal to ME. I do not know where it is.”
Lord Hertford said—
“As to the books and other serious matters, it may perhaps be better to have a rest today not to be too tired at the banquet.”
Tom’s face showed surprise; and he blushed when he saw pity in Lord St. John’s eyes, as he said—
“Your memory is not very good, and you have shown surprise. Lord Hertford speaks of the city’s banquet which the King promised two months ago you would attend. Do you remember it now?”
“I am sorry, I don’t,” said Tom, and blushed again.
At this moment Lady Elizabeth and Lady Jane Grey entered. Hertford went quickly to the door. He said to the girls in a low voice—
“Please, ladies, do not show surprise when his memory is not good.”
At the same time Lord St. John said in Tom’s ear—
“Please, sir, keep in mind his majesty’s order. SEEM to remember all. Do not show that you have changed.”
Tom nodded, for he was already learning, and was resolved to try to fit in as best as he could, according to the King’s command.
In spite of every precaution, the conversation among the young people became a little embarrassing at times; but the tact of Princess Elizabeth saved him, or a word from the lords helped him. One time the little Lady Jane turned to Tom and asked him—
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“IN THE NAME OF THE KING! Let nobody listen to this false and foolish matter, upon pain of death, nor discuss the same, nor carry it abroad. In the name of the King!” – Именем короля! Пусть никто не слушает эти лживые и глупые слухи под страхом смерти, и не обсуждает их и не выносит за пределы дворца. Именем короля!
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His majesty commands that the prince shall hide his illness. – Его величество приказывает принцу скрывать свою болезнь.