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

Chapter XXV

Hendon Hall

     As soon as Hendon and the king were out of sight of the constable, his
majesty was instructed to hurry to a certain place outside the town, and
wait there, whilst Hendon should go to the inn and settle his account.
Half an hour later the two friends were blithely jogging eastward on
Hendon's sorry steeds.  The king was warm and comfortable now, for he had
cast his rags and clothed himself in the second-hand suit which Hendon had
bought on London Bridge.

     Hendon wished to guard against over-fatiguing the boy; he judged that
hard journeys, irregular meals, and illiberal measures of sleep would be
bad for his crazed mind; while rest, regularity, and moderate exercise
would be pretty sure to hasten its cure; he longed to see the stricken
intellect made well again and its diseased visions driven out of the
tormented little head; therefore he resolved to move by easy stages toward
the home whence he had so long been banished, instead of obeying the
impulse of his impatience and hurrying along night and day.

     When he and the king had journeyed about ten miles, they reached a
considerable village, and halted there for the night, at a good inn.  The
former relations were resumed; Hendon stood behind the king's chair while
he dined, and waited upon him; undressed him when he was ready for bed;
then took the floor for his own quarters, and slept athwart the door,
rolled up in a blanket.

     The next day, and the next day after, they jogged lazily along talking
over the adventures they had met since their separation, and mightily
enjoying each other's narratives.  Hendon detailed all his wide wanderings
in search of the king, and described how the archangel had led him a fool's
journey all over the forest, and taken him back to the hut finally, when he
found he could not get rid of him.  Then - he said - the old man went into
the bedchamber and came staggering back looking broken-hearted, and saying
he had expected to find that the boy had returned and lain down in there to
rest, but it was not so.  Hendon had waited at the hut all day; hope of the
king's return died out then, and he departed upon the quest again.

     "And old Sanctum Sanctorum was truly sorry your Highness came not
back," said Hendon; "I saw it in his face."

     "Marry, I will never doubt that!" said the king - and then told his
own story; after which Hendon was sorry he had not destroyed the archangel.

     During the last day of the trip, Hendon's spirits were soaring.  His
tongue ran constantly.  He talked about his old father, and his brother
Arthur, and told of many things which illustrated their high and generous
characters; he went into loving frenzies over his Edith, and was so glad-
hearted that he was even able to say some gentle and brotherly things about
Hugh.  He dwelt a deal on the coming meeting at Hendon Hall; what a
surprise it would be to everybody, and what an outburst of thanksgiving and
delight there would be.

     It was a fair region, dotted with cottages and orchards, and the road
led through broad pasture lands whose receding expanses, marked with gentle
elevations and depressions, suggested the swelling and subsiding
undulations of the sea.  In the afternoon the returning prodigal made
constant deflections from his course to see if by ascending some hillock he
might not pierce the distance and catch a glimpse of his home.  At last he
was successful, and cried out excitedly:

     "There is the village, my prince, and there is the Hall close by!  You
may see the towers from here; and that wood there - that is my father's
park.  Ah, now thou'lt know what state and grandeur be!  A house with
seventy rooms - think of that! - and seven and twenty servants!  A brave
lodging for such as we, is it not so?  Come, let us speed - my impatience
will not brook further delay."

     All possible hurry was made; still, it was after three o'clock before
the village was reached.  The travelers scampered through it, Hendon's
tongue going all the time.  "Here is the church - covered with the same ivy
- none gone, none added." "Yonder is the inn, the old Red Lion, - and
yonder is the market place." "Here is the Maypole, and here the pump -
nothing is altered; nothing but the people, at any rate; ten years make a
change in people; some of these I seem to know, but none know me." So his
chat ran on.  The end of the village was soon reached; then the travelers
struck into a crooked, narrow road, walled in with tall hedges, and hurried
briskly along it for a half mile, then passed into a vast flower garden
through an imposing gateway whose huge stone pillars bore sculptured
armorial devices.  A noble mansion was before them.

     "Welcome to Hendon Hall, my king!" exclaimed Miles.  "Ah, 'tis a great
day!  My father and my brother and the Lady Edith will be so mad with joy
that they will have eyes and tongue for none but me in the first transports
of the meeting, and so thou'lt seem but coldly welcomed - but mind it not;
'twill soon seem otherwise; for when I say thou art my ward, and tell them
how costly is my love for thee, thou'lt see them take thee to their breasts
for Miles Hendon's sake, and make their house and hearts thy home forever
after!"

     The next moment Hendon sprang to the ground before the great door,
helped the king down, then took him by the hand and rushed within.  A few
steps brought him to a spacious apartment; he entered, seated the king with
more hurry than ceremony, then ran toward a young man who sat at a writing-
table in front of a generous fire of logs.

     "Embrace me, Hugh," he cried, "and say thou'rt glad I am come again!
and call our father, for home is not home till I shall touch his hand, and
see his face, and hear his voice once more!"

     But Hugh only drew back, after betraying a momentary surprise, and
bent a grave stare upon the intruder - a stare which indicated somewhat of
offended dignity at first, then changed, in response to some inward thought
or purpose, to an expression of marveling curiosity, mixed with a real or
assumed compassion.  Presently he said, in a mild voice:

     "Thy wits seem touched, poor stranger; doubtless thou hast suffered
privations and rude buffetings at the world's hands; thy looks and dress
betoken it.  Whom dost thou take me to be?"

     "Take thee?  Prithee, for whom else than whom thou art?  I take thee
to be Hugh Hendon," said Miles, sharply.

     The other continued, in the same soft tone:

     "And whom dost thou imagine thyself to be?"

     "Imagination hath nought to do with it!  Dost thou pretend thou
knowest me not for thy brother Miles Hendon?"

     An expression of pleased surprise flitted across Hugh's face, and he
exclaimed:

     "What!  thou art not jesting?  can the dead come to life?  God be
praised if it be so!  Our poor lost boy restored to our arms after all
these cruel years!  Ah, it seems too good to be true, it is too good to be
true - I charge thee, have pity, do not trifle with me!  Quick - come to
the light - let me scan thee well!"

     He seized Miles by the arm, dragged him to the window, and began to
devour him from head to foot with his eyes, turning him this way and that,
and stepping briskly around him and about him to prove him from all points
of view; whilst the returned prodigal, all aglow with gladness, smiled,
laughed, and kept nodding his head and saying:

     "Go on, brother, go on, and fear not; thou'lt find nor limb nor
feature that cannot bide the test.  Scour and scan me to thy content, my
dear old Hugh - I am indeed thy old Miles, thy same old Miles, thy lost
brother, is't not so?  Ah, 'tis a great day - I said 'twas a great day!
Give me thy hand, give me thy cheek - lord, I am like to die of very joy!"

     He was about to throw himself upon his brother; but Hugh put up his
hand in dissent, then dropped his chin mournfully upon his breast, saying
with emotion:

     "Ah, God of his mercy give me strength to bear this grievous
disappointment!"

     Miles, amazed, could not speak for a moment; then he found his tongue,
and cried out:

     "What disappointment?  Am I not thy brother?"

     Hugh shook his head sadly, and said:

     "I pray heaven it may prove so, and that other eyes may find the
resemblances that are hid from mine.  Alack, I fear me the letter spoke but
too truly."

     "What letter?"

     "One that came from over sea, some six or seven years ago.  It said my
brother died in battle."

     "It was a lie!  Call thy father - he will know me."

     "One may not call the dead."

     "Dead?" Miles's voice was subdued, and his lips trembled.  "My father
dead! - oh, this is heavy news.  Half my new joy is withered now.  Prithee,
let me see my brother Arthur - he will know me; he will know me and console
me."

     "He, also, is dead."

     "God be merciful to me, a stricken man!  Gone, - both gone - the
worthy taken and the worthless spared in me!  Ah!  I crave your mercy! - do
not say the Lady Edith - "

     "Is dead?  No, she lives."

     "Then, God be praised, my joy is whole again!  Speed thee, brother -
let her come to me!  An' she say I am not myself, - but she will not; no,
no, she will know me, I were a fool to doubt it.  Bring her - bring the old
servants; they, too, will know me."

     "All are gone but five - Peter, Halsey, David, Bernard, and Margaret."

     So saying, Hugh left the room.  Miles stood musing a while, then began
to walk the floor, muttering:

     'The five arch villains have survived the two-and-twenty leal and
honest - 'tis an odd thing."

     He continued walking back and forth, muttering to himself; he had
forgotten the king entirely.  By and by his majesty said gravely, and with
a touch of genuine compassion, though the words themselves were capable of
being interpreted ironically:

     "Mind not thy mischance, good man; there be others in the world whose
identity is denied, and whose claims are derided.  Thou hast company."

     "Ah, my king," cried Hendon, coloring slightly, "do not thou condemn
me - wait, and thou shalt see.  I am no impostor - she will say it; you
shall hear it from the sweetest lips in England.  I an impostor?  Why I
know this old hall, these pictures of my ancestors, and all these things
that are about us, as a child knoweth its own nursery.  Here was I born and
bred, my lord; I speak the truth; I would not deceive thee; and should none
else believe, I pray thee do not thou doubt me - I could not bear it."

     "I do not doubt thee," said the king, with a childlike simplicity and
faith.

     "I thank thee out of my heart!" exclaimed Hendon, with a fervency
which showed that he was touched.  The king added, with the same gentle
simplicity:

     "Dost thou doubt me?"

     A guilty confusion seized upon Hendon, and he was grateful that the
door opened to admit Hugh, at that moment, and saved him the necessity of
replying.

     A beautiful lady, richly clothed, followed Hugh, and after her came
several liveried servants.  The lady walked slowly, with her head bowed and
her eyes fixed upon the floor.  The face was unspeakably sad.  Miles Hendon
sprang forward, crying out:

     "Oh, my Edith, my darling - "

     But Hugh waved him back, gravely, and said to the lady:

     "Look upon him.  Do you know him?"

     At the sound of Miles's voice the woman had started slightly, and her
cheeks had flushed; she was trembling now.  She stood still, during an
impressive pause of several moments; then slowly lifted up her head and
looked into Hendon's eyes with a stony and frightened gaze; the blood sank
out of her face, drop by drop, till nothing remained but the gray pallor of
death; then she said, in a voice as dead as the face, "I know him not!" and
turned, with a moan and a stifled sob, and tottered out of the room.

     Miles Hendon sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands.
After a pause, his brother said to the servants:

     "You have observed him.  Do you know him?"

     They shook their heads; then the master said:

     "The servants know you not, sir.  I fear there is some mistake.  You
have seen that my wife knew you not."

     "Thy wife!" In an instant Hugh was pinned to the wall, with an iron
grip about his throat.  "Oh, thou fox-hearted slave, I see it all!  Thou'st
writ the lying letter thyself, and my stolen bride and goods are its fruit.
There - now get thee gone, lest I shame mine honorable soldiership with the
slaying of so pitiful a manikin!"

     Hugh, red-faced and almost suffocated, reeled to the nearest chair,
and commanded the servants to seize and bind the murderous stranger.  They
hesitated, and one of them said:

     "He is armed, Sir Hugh, and we are weaponless."

     "Armed?  What of it, and ye so many?  Upon him, I say!"

     But Miles warned them to be careful what they did, and added:

     "Ye know me of old - I have not changed; come on, an' it like you."

     This reminder did not hearten the servants much; they still held back.

     "Then go, ye paltry cowards, and arm yourselves and guard the doors,
while I send one to fetch the watch;" said Hugh.  He turned, at the
threshold, and said to Miles, "You'll find it to your advantage to offend
not with useless endeavors at escape."

     "Escape?  Spare thyself discomfort, an' that is all that troubles
thee.  For Miles Hendon is master of Hendon Hall and all its belongings.
He will remain - doubt it not."