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Title:       Prince And The Pauper, The
Author:      Twain, Mark
Date:        1909

Chapter XVI

The State Dinner

     The dinner hour drew near - yet, strangely enough, the thought brought
but slight discomfort to Tom, and hardly any terror.  The morning's
experiences had wonderfully built up his confidence; the poor little ash-
cat was already more wonted to his strange garret, after four days' habit,
than a mature person could have become in a full month.  A child's facility
in accommodating itself to circumstances was never more strikingly
illustrated.

     Let us privileged ones hurry to the great banqueting room and have a
glance at matters there while Tom is being made ready for the imposing
occasion.  It is a spacious apartment, with gilded pillars and pilasters,
and pictured walls and ceilings.  At the door stand tall guards, as rigid
as statues, dressed in rich and picturesque costumes, and bearing halberds.
In a high gallery which runs all around the place is a band of musicians
and a packed company of citizens of both sexes, in brilliant attire.  In
the center of the room, upon a raised platform, is Tom's table.  Now let
the ancient chronicler speak:

     "A gentleman enters the room bearing a rod, and along with him another
bearing a tablecloth, which, after they have both kneeled three times with
the utmost veneration, he spreads upon the table, and after kneeling again
they both retire; then come two others, one with the rod again, the other
with a saltcellar, a plate, and bread; when they have kneeled as the others
had done, and placed what was brought upon the table, they too retire with
the same ceremonies performed by the first; at last come two nobles, richly
clothed, one bearing a tasting-knife, who, after prostrating themselves in
the most graceful manner, approach and rub the table with bread and salt,
with as much awe as if the king had been present." ^*

[Footnote *: Leigh Hunt's "The Town," p. 408, quotation from an early
tourist.]

     So end the solemn preliminaries.  Now, far down the echoing corridors
we hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinct cry, "Place for the king!  way
for the king's most excellent majesty!" These sounds are momently repeated
- they grow nearer and nearer - and presently, almost in our faces, the
martial note peals and the cry rings out, "Way for the king!" At this
instant the shining pageant appears, and files in at the door, with a
measured march.  Let the chronicler speak again:

     "First come Gentlemen, Barons, Earls, Knights of the Garter, all
richly dressed and bareheaded; next comes the Chancellor, between two, one
of which carries the royal scepter, the other the Sword of State in a red
scabbard, studded with golden fleur-de-lis, the point upwards; next comes
the King himself - whom, upon his appearing, twelve trumpets and many drums
salute with a great burst of welcome, whilst all in the galleries rise in
their places, crying 'God save the King!' After him come nobles attached to
his person, and on his right and left march his guard of honor, his fifty
Gentlemen Pensioners, with gilt battle-axes."

     This was all fine and pleasant.  Tom's pulse beat high and a glad
light was in his eye.  He bore himself right gracefully, and all the more
so because he was not thinking of how he was doing it, his mind being
charmed and occupied with the blithe sights and sounds about him - and
besides, nobody can be very ungraceful in nicely-fitting beautiful clothes
after he has grown a little used to them - especially if he is for the
moment unconscious of them.  Tom remembered his instructions, and
acknowledged his greeting with a slight inclination of his plumed head, and
a courteous "I thank ye, my good people."

     He seated himself at table without removing his cap; and did it
without the least embarrassment: for to eat with one's cap on was the one
solitary royal custom upon which the kings and the Cantys met upon common
ground, neither party having any advantage over the other in the matter of
old familiarity with it.  The pageant broke up and grouped itself
picturesquely, and remained bareheaded.

     Now, to the sound of gay music, the Yeomen of the Guard entered, -
"the tallest and mightiest men in England, they being selected in this
regard" - but we will let the chronicler tell about it:

     "The Yeomen of the Guard entered bareheaded, clothed in scarlet, with
golden roses upon their backs; and these went and came, bringing in each
turn a course of dishes, served in plate.  These dishes were received by a
gentleman in the same order they were brought, and placed upon the table,
while the taster gave to each guard a mouthful to eat of the particular
dish he had brought, for fear of any poison."

     Tom made a good dinner, notwithstanding he was conscious that hundreds
of eyes followed each morsel to his mouth and watched him eat it with an
interest which could not have been more intense if it had been a deadly
explosive and was expected to blow him up and scatter him all over the
place.  He was careful not to hurry, and equally careful not to do anything
whatever for himself, but wait till the proper official knelt down and did
it for him.  He got through without a mistake - flawless and precious
triumph.

     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.