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Title: Prince And The Pauper, The
Author: Twain, Mark
Date: 1909
Chapter XXXII
Coronation Day
Let us go backward a few hours, and place ourselves in Westminster
Abbey, at four o'clock in the morning of this memorable Coronation Day. We
are not without company; for although it is still night, we find the torch-
lighted galleries already filling up with people who are well content to
sit still and wait seven or eight hours till the time shall come for them
to see what they may not hope to see twice in their lives - the coronation
of a king. Yes, London and Westminster have been astir ever since the
warning guns boomed at three o'clock, and already crowds of untitled rich
folk who have bought the privilege of trying to find sitting-room in the
galleries are flocking in at the entrances reserved for their sort.
The hours drag along, tediously enough. All stir has ceased for some
time, for every gallery has long ago been packed. We may sit now, and look
and think at our leisure. We have glimpses, here and there and yonder,
through the dim cathedral twilight, of portions of many galleries and
balconies, wedged full with people, the other portions of these galleries
and balconies being cut off from sight by intervening pillars and
architectural projections. We have in view the whole of the great north
transept - empty, and waiting for England's privileged ones. We see also
the ample area or platform, carpeted with rich stuffs, whereon the throne
stands. The throne occupies the center of the platform, and is raised
above it upon an elevation of four steps. Within the seat of the throne is
enclosed a rough flat rock - the stone of Scone - which many generations of
Scottish kings sat on to be crowned, and so it in time became holy enough
to answer a like purpose for English monarchs. Both the throne and its
footstool are covered with cloth of gold.
Stillness reigns, the torches blink dully, the time drags heavily.
But at last the lagging daylight asserts itself, the torches are
extinguished, and a mellow radiance suffuses the great spaces. All
features of the noble building are distinct now, but soft and dreamy, for
the sun is lightly veiled with clouds.
At seven o'clock the first break in the drowsy monotony occurs; for on
the stroke of this hour the first peeress enters the transept, clothed like
Solomon for splendor, and is conducted to her appointed place by an
official clad in satins and velvets, whilst a duplicate of him gathers up
the lady's long train, follows after, and, when the lady is seated,
arranges the train across her lap for her. He then places her footstool
according to her desire, after which he puts her coronet where it will be
convenient to her hand when the time for the simultaneous coronetting of
the nobles shall arrive.
By this time the peeresses are flowing in in a glittering stream, and
satin-clad officials are flitting and glinting everywhere, seating them and
making them comfortable. The scene is animated enough now. There is stir
and life, and shifting color everywhere. After a time, quiet reigns again;
for the peeresses are all come, and are all in their places - a solid acre,
or such a matter, of human flowers, resplendent in variegated colors, and
frosted like a Milky Way with diamonds. There are all ages here: brown,
wrinkled, white-haired dowagers who are able to go back, and still back,
down the stream of time, and recall the crowning of Richard III. and the
troublous days of that old forgotten age; and there are handsome middle-
aged dames; and lovely and gracious young matrons; and gentle and beautiful
young girls, with beaming eyes and fresh complexions, who may possibly put
on their jeweled coronets awkwardly when the great time comes; for the
matter will be new to them, and their excitement will be a sore hindrance.
Still, this may not happen, for the hair of all these ladies has been
arranged with a special view to the swift and successful lodging of the
crown in its place when the signal comes.
We have seen that this massed array of peeresses is sown thick with
diamonds, and we also see that it is a marvelous spectacle - but now we are
about to be astonished in earnest. About nine, the clouds suddenly break
away and a shaft of sunshine cleaves the mellow atmosphere, and drifts
slowly along the ranks of ladies; and every rank it touches flames into a
dazzling splendor of many-colored fires, and we tingle to our finger-tips
with the electric thrill that is shot through us by the surprise and the
beauty of the spectacle! Presently a special envoy from some distant
corner of the Orient, marching with the general body of foreign
ambassadors, crosses this bar of sunshine, and we catch our breath, the
glory that streams and flashes and palpitates about him is so overpowering;
for he is crusted from head to heels with gems, and his slightest movement
showers a dancing radiance all around him.
Let us change the tense for convenience. The time drifted along, -
one hour - two hours - two hours and a half; then the deep booming of
artillery told that the king and his grand procession had arrived at last;
so the waiting multitude rejoiced. All knew that a further delay must
follow, for the king must be prepared and robed for the solemn ceremony;
but this delay would be pleasantly occupied by the assembling of the peers
of the realm in their stately robes. These were conducted ceremoniously to
their seats, and their coronets placed conveniently at hand; and meanwhile
the multitude in the galleries were alive with interest, for most of them
were beholding for the first time, dukes, earls, and barons, whose names
had been historical for five hundred years. When all were finally seated,
the spectacle from the galleries and all coigns of vantage was complete; a
gorgeous one to look upon and to remember.
Now the robed and mitred great heads of the church, and their
attendants, filed in upon the platform and took their appointed places;
these were followed by the Lord Protector and other great officials, and
these again by a steel-clad detachment of the Guard.
There was a waiting pause; then, at a signal, a triumphant peal of
music burst forth, and Tom Canty, clothed in a long robe of cloth of gold,
appeared at a door, and stepped upon the platform. The entire multitude
rose, and the ceremony of the Recognition ensued.
Then a noble anthem swept the Abbey with its rich waves of sound; and
thus heralded and welcomed, Tom Canty was conducted to the throne. The
ancient ceremonies went on with impressive solemnity, whilst the audience
gazed; and as they drew nearer and nearer to completion, Tom Canty grew
pale, and still paler, and a deep and steadily deepening woe and
despondency settled down upon his spirits and upon his remorseful heart.
At last the final act was at hand. The Archbishop of Canterbury
lifted up the crown of England from its cushion and held it out over the
trembling mock king's head. In the same instant a rainbow-radiance flashed
along the spacious transept; for with one impulse every individual in the
great concourse of nobles lifted a coronet and poised it over his or her
head, - and paused in that attitude.
A deep hush pervaded the Abbey. At this impressive moment, a
startling apparition intruded upon the scene - an apparition observed by
none in the absorbed multitude, until it suddenly appeared, moving up the
great central aisle. It was a boy, bareheaded, ill shod, and clothed in
coarse plebeian garments that were falling to rags. He raised his hand
with a solemnity which ill comported with his soiled and sorry aspect, and
delivered this note of warning:
"I forbid you to set the crown of England upon that forfeited head. I
am the king!"
In an instant several indignant hands were laid upon the boy; but in
the same instant Tom Canty, in his regal vestments, made a swift step
forward and cried out in a ringing voice:
"Loose him and forbear! He is the king!"
A sort of panic of astonishment swept the assemblage, and they partly
rose in their places and stared in a bewildered way at one another and at
the chief figures in this scene, like persons who wondered whether they
were awake and in their senses, or asleep and dreaming. The Lord Protector
was as amazed as the rest, but quickly recovered himself and exclaimed in a
voice of authority:
"Mind not his Majesty, his malady is upon him again - seize the
vagabond!"
He would have been obeyed, but the mock king stamped his foot and
cried out:
"On your peril! Touch him not, he is the king!"
The hands were withheld; a paralysis fell upon the house; no one
moved, no one spoke; indeed, no one knew how to act or what to say, in so
strange and surprising an emergency. While all minds were struggling to
right themselves, the boy still moved steadily forward, with high port and
confident mien; he had never halted from the beginning; and while the
tangled minds still floundered helplessly, he stepped upon the platform,
and the mock king ran with a glad face to meet him; and fell on his knees
before him and said:
"O, my lord the king, let poor Tom Canty be first to swear fealty to
thee, and say 'Put on thy crown and enter into thine own again!'"
The Lord Protector's eye fell sternly upon the newcomer's face; but
straightway the sternness vanished away, and gave place to an expression of
wondering surprise. This thing happened also to the other great officers.
They glanced at each other, and retreated a step by a common and
unconscious impulse. The thought in each mind was the same: "What a
strange resemblance!"
The Lord Protector reflected a moment or two in perplexity, then he
said, with grave respectfulness:
"By your favor, sir, I desire to ask certain questions which - "
"I will answer them, my lord."
The duke asked him many questions about the court, the late king, the
prince, the princesses. The boy answered them correctly and without
hesitating. He described the rooms of state in the palace, the late king's
apartments, and those of the Prince of Wales.
It was strange; it was wonderful; yes, it was unaccountable - so all
said that heard it. The tide was beginning to turn, and Tom Canty's hopes
to run high, when the Lord Protector shook his head and said:
"It is true it is most wonderful - but it is no more than our lord the
king likewise can do." This remark, and this reference to himself as still
the king, saddened Tom Canty, and he felt his hopes crumbling from under
him. "These are not proofs," added the Protector.
The tide was turning very fast now, very fast, indeed - but in the
wrong direction; it was leaving poor Tom Canty stranded on the throne, and
sweeping the other out to sea. The Lord Protector communed with himself -
shook his head - the thought forced itself upon him, "It is perilous to the
State and to us all, to entertain so fateful a riddle as this; it could
divide the nation and undermine the throne." He turned and said:
"Sir Thomas, arrest this - No, hold!" His face lighted, and he
confronted the ragged candidate with this question:
"Where lieth the Great Seal? Answer me this truly, and the riddle is
unriddled; for only he that was Prince of Wales can so answer! On so
trivial a thing hang a throne and a dynasty!"
It was a lucky thought, a happy thought. That it was so considered by
the great officials was manifested by the silent applause that shot from
eye to eye around their circle in the form of bright approving glances.
Yes, none but the true prince could dissolve the stubborn mystery of the
vanished Great Seal - this forlorn little impostor had been taught his
lesson well, but here his teachings must fail, for his teacher himself
could not answer that question - ah, very good, very good indeed: now we
shall be rid of this troublesome and perilous business in short order! And
so they nodded invisibly and smiled inwardly with satisfaction, and looked
to see this foolish lad stricken with a palsy of guilty confusion. How
surprised they were, then, to see nothing of the sort happen - how they
marveled to hear him answer up promptly, in a confident and untroubled
voice, and say:
"There is nought in this riddle that is difficult." Then, without so
much as a by-your-leave to anybody, he turned and gave this command, with
the easy manner of one accustomed to doing such things: "My Lord St. John,
go you to my private cabinet in the palace - for none knoweth the place
better than you - and, close down to the floor, in the left corner remotest
from the door that opens from the antechamber, you shall find in the wall a
brazen nail-head; press upon it and a little jewel-closet will fly open
which not even you do know of - no, nor any soul else in all the world but
me and the trusty artisan that did contrive it for me. The first thing
that falleth under your eye will be the Great Seal - fetch it hither."
All the company wondered at this speech, and wondered still more to
see the little mendicant pick out this peer without hesitancy or apparent
fear of mistake, and call him by name with such a placidly convincing air
of having known him all his life. The peer was almost surprised into
obeying. He even made a movement as if to go, but quickly recovered his
tranquil attitude and confessed his blunder with a blush. Tom Canty turned
upon him and said, sharply:
"Why dost thou hesitate? Hast not heard the king's command? Go!"
The Lord St. John made a deep obeisance - and it was observed that it
was a significantly cautious and non-committal one, it not being delivered
at either of the kings, but at the neutral ground about half way between
the two - and took his leave.
Now began a movement of the gorgeous particles of that official group
which was slow, scarcely perceptible, and yet steady and persistent - a
movement such as is observed in a kaleidoscope that is turned slowly,
whereby the components of one splendid cluster fall away and join
themselves to another - a movement which, little by little, in the present
case, dissolved the glittering crowd that stood about Tom Canty and
clustered it together again in the neighborhood of the newcomer. Tom Canty
stood almost alone. Now ensued a brief season of deep suspense and waiting
- during which even the few faint-hearts still remaining near Tom Canty
gradually scraped together courage enough to glide, one by one, over to the
majority. So at last Tom Canty, in his royal robes and jewels, stood
wholly alone and isolated from the world, a conspicuous figure, occupying
an eloquent vacancy.
Now the Lord St. John was seen returning. As he advanced up the mid-
aisle the interest was so intense that the low murmur of conversation in
the great assemblage died out and was succeeded by a profound hush, a
breathless stillness, through which his footfalls pulsed with a dull and
distant sound. Every eye was fastened upon him as he moved along. He
reached the platform, paused a moment, then moved toward Tom Canty with a
deep obeisance, and said:
"Sire, the Seal is not there!"
A mob does not melt away from the presence of a plague-patient with
more haste than the band of pallid and terrified courtiers melted away from
the presence of the shabby little claimant of the Crown. In a moment he
stood all alone, without friend or supporter, a target upon which was
concentrated a bitter fire of scornful and angry looks. The Lord Protector
called out fiercely:
"Cast the beggar into the street, and scourge him through the town -
the paltry knave is worth no more consideration!"
Officers of the guard sprang forward to obey, but Tom Canty waved them
off and said:
"Back! Whoso touches him perils his life!"
The Lord Protector was perplexed in the last degree. He said to the
Lord St. John:
"Searched you well? - but it boots not to ask that. It doth seem
passing strange. Little things, trifles, slip out of one's ken, and one
does not think it matter for surprise; but how a so bulky thing as the Seal
of England can vanish away and no man be able to get track of it again - a
massy golden disk - "
Tom Canty, with beaming eyes, sprang forward and shouted:
"Hold, that is enough! Was it round? - and thick? - and had it
letters and devices graved upon it? - Yes? Oh, now I know what this Great
Seal is that there's been such worry and pother about! An' ye had
described it to me, ye could have had it three weeks ago. Right well I
know where it lies; but it was not I that put it there - first."
"Who, then, my liege?" asked the Lord Protector.
"He that stands there - the rightful king of England. And he shall
tell you himself where it lies - then you will believe he knew it of his
own knowledge. Bethink thee, my king - spur thy memory - it was the last,
the very last thing thou didst that day before thou didst rush forth from
the palace, clothed in my rags, to punish the soldier that insulted me."
A silence ensued, undisturbed by a movement or a whisper, and all eyes
were fixed upon the newcomer, who stood, with bent head and corrugated
brow, groping in his memory among a thronging multitude of valueless
recollections for one single little elusive fact, which found, would seat
him upon a throne - unfound, would leave him as he was, for good and all -
a pauper and an outcast. Moment after moment passed - the moments built
themselves into minutes - still the boy struggled silently on, and gave no
sign. But at last he heaved a sigh, shook his head slowly, and said, with
a trembling lip and in a despondent voice:
"I call the scene back - all of it - but the Seal hath no place in
it." He paused, then looked up, and said with gentle dignity, "My lords and
gentlemen, if ye will rob your rightful sovereign of his own for lack of
this evidence which he is not able to furnish, I may not stay ye, being
powerless. But - "
"O folly, O madness, my king!" cried Tom Canty, in a panic, "wait! -
think! Do not give up! - the cause is not lost! Nor shall be, neither!
List to what I say - follow every word - I am going to bring that morning
back again, every hap just as it happened. We talked - I told you of my
sisters, Nan and Bet - ah, yes, you remember that; and about mine old
grandam - and the rough games of the lads of Offal Court - yes, you
remember these things also; very well, follow me still, you shall recall
everything. You gave me food and drink, and did with princely courtesy
send away the servants, so that my low breeding might not shame me before
them - ah, yes, this also you remember."
As Tom checked off his details, and the other boy nodded his head in
recognition of them, the great audience and the officials stared in puzzled
wonderment; the tale sounded like true history, yet how could this
impossible conjunction between a prince and a beggar boy have come about?
Never was a company of people so perplexed, so interested, and so
stupefied, before.
"For a jest, my prince, we did exchange garments. Then we stood
before a mirror; and so alike were we that both said it seemed as if there
had been no change made - yes, you remember that. Then you noticed that
the soldier had hurt my hand - look! here it is, I cannot yet even write
with it, the fingers are so stiff. At this your Highness sprang up, vowing
vengeance upon that soldier, and ran toward the door - you passed a table -
that thing you call the Seal lay on that table - you snatched it up and
looked eagerly about, as if for a place to hide it - your eye caught sight
of - "
"There, 'tis sufficient! - and the dear God be thanked!" exclaimed the
ragged claimant, in a mighty excitement. "Go, my good St. John, - in an
arm-piece of the Milanese armor that hangs on the wall, thou'lt find the
Seal!"
"Right, my king! right!" cried Tom Canty; "now the scepter of England
is thine own; and it were better for him that would dispute it that he had
been born dumb! Go, my Lord St. John, give thy feet wings!"
The whole assemblage was on its feet now, and well nigh out of its
mind with uneasiness, apprehension, and consuming excitement. On the floor
and on the platform a deafening buzz of frantic conversation burst forth,
and for some time nobody knew anything or heard anything or was interested
in anything but what his neighbor was shouting into his ear, or he was
shouting into his neighbor's ear. Time - nobody knew how much of it -
swept by unheeded and unnoted. At last a sudden hush fell upon the house,
and in the same moment St. John appeared upon the platform and held the
Great Seal aloft in his hand. Then such a shout went up!
"Long live the true king!"
For five minutes the air quaked with shouts and the crash of musical
instruments, and was white with a storm of waving handkerchiefs; and
through it all a ragged lad, the most conspicuous figure in England, stood,
flushed and happy and proud, in the center of the spacious platform, with
the great vassals of the kingdom kneeling around him.
Then all rose, and Tom Canty cried out:
"Now, O my king, take these regal garments back, and give poor Tom,
thy servant, his shreds and remnants again."
The Lord Protector spoke up:
"Let the small varlet be stripped and flung into the Tower."
But the new king, the true king, said:
"I will not have it so. But for him I had not got my crown again -
none shall lay a hand upon him to harm him. And as for thee, my good
uncle, my Lord Protector, this conduct of thine is not grateful toward this
poor lad, for I hear he hath made thee a duke" - the Protector blushed -
"yet he was not a king; wherefore, what is thy fine title worth now? To-
morrow you shall sue to me, through him, for its confirmation, else no
duke, but a simple earl, shalt thou remain."
Under this rebuke, his grace the Duke of Somerset, retired a little
from the front for the moment. The king turned to Tom, and said, kindly:
"My poor boy, how was it that you could remember where I hid the Seal
when I could not remember it myself?"
"Ah, my king, that was easy, since I used it divers days."
"Used it, - yet could not explain where it was?"
"I did not know it was that they wanted. They did not describe it,
your majesty."
"Then how used you it?"
The red blood began to steal up into Tom's cheeks, and he dropped his
eyes and was silent.
"Speak up, good lad, and fear nothing," said the king. "How used you
the Great Seal of England?"
Tom stammered a moment, in a pathetic confusion, then got it out:
"To crack nuts with!"
Poor child, the avalanche of laughter that greeted this, nearly swept
him off his feet. But if a doubt remained in any mind that Tom Canty was
not the king of England and familiar with the august appurtenances of
royalty, this reply disposed of it utterly.
Meantime the sumptuous robe of state had been removed from Tom's
shoulders to the king's, whose rags were effectually hidden from sight
under it. Then the coronation ceremonies were resumed; the true king was
anointed and the crown set upon his head, whilst cannon thundered the news
to the city, and all London seemed to rock with applause.