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  I

  THENEWLODGERSATNO。7PHILIBERTPLACE

  TherearemanydrearyanddingyrowsofuglyhousesincertainpartsofLondon,buttherecertainlycouldnotbeanyrowmoreuglyordingierthanPhilibertPlace。Therewerestoriesthatithadoncebeenmoreattractive,butthathadbeensolongagothatnoonerememberedthetime。Itstoodbackinitsgloomy,narrowstripsofuncared-for,smokygardens,whosebrokenironrailingsweresupposedtoprotectitfromthesurgingtrafficofaroadwhichwasalwaysroaringwiththerattleofbusses,cabs,drays,andvans,andthepassingofpeoplewhowereshabbilydressedandlookedasiftheywereeithergoingtohardworkorcomingfromit,orhurryingtoseeiftheycouldfindsomeofittodotokeepthemselvesfromgoinghungry。Thebrickfrontsofthehouseswereblackenedwithsmoke,theirwindowswerenearlyalldirtyandhungwithdingycurtains,orhadnocurtainsatall;

  thestripsofground,whichhadoncebeenintendedtogrowflowersin,hadbeentroddendownintobareearthinwhichevenweedshadforgottentogrow。Oneofthemwasusedasastone-cutter\'syard,andcheapmonuments,crosses,andslatesweresetoutforsale,bearinginscriptionsbeginningwith``SacredtotheMemoryof。\'\'Anotherhadpilesofoldlumberinit,anotherexhibitedsecond-handfurniture,chairswithunsteadylegs,sofaswithhorsehairstuffingbulgingoutofholesintheircovering,mirrorswithblotchesorcracksinthem。Theinsidesofthehouseswereasgloomyastheoutside。Theywereallexactlyalike。Ineachadarkentrancepassageledtonarrowstairsgoinguptobedrooms,andtonarrowstepsgoingdowntoabasementkitchen。Thebackbedroomlookedoutonsmall,sooty,flaggedyards,wherethincatsquarreled,orsatonthecopingofthebrickwallshopingthatsometimetheymightfeelthesun;thefrontroomslookedoverthenoisyroad,andthroughtheirwindowscametheroarandrattleofit。Itwasshabbyandcheerlessonthebrightestdays,andonfoggyorrainyonesitwasthemostforlornplaceinLondon。

  Atleastthatwaswhatoneboythoughtashestoodneartheironrailingswatchingthepassers-byonthemorningonwhichthisstorybegins,whichwasalsothemorningafterhehadbeenbroughtbyhisfathertoliveasalodgerinthebacksitting-roomofthehouseNo。7。

  Hewasaboyabouttwelveyearsold,hisnamewasMarcoLoristan,andhewasthekindofboypeoplelookatasecondtimewhentheyhavelookedathimonce。Inthefirstplace,hewasaverybigboy——tallforhisyears,andwithaparticularlystrongframe。

  Hisshoulderswerebroadandhisarmsandlegswerelongandpowerful。Hewasquiteusedtohearingpeoplesay,astheyglancedathim,``Whatafine,biglad!\'\'Andthentheyalwayslookedagainathisface。ItwasnotanEnglishfaceoranAmericanone,andwasverydarkincoloring。Hisfeatureswerestrong,hisblackhairgrewonhisheadlikeamat,hiseyeswerelargeanddeepset,andlookedoutbetweenthick,straight,blacklashes。Hewasasun-Englishaboyasonecouldimagine,andanobservingpersonwouldhavebeenstruckatoncebyasortofSILENTlookexpressedbyhiswholeface,alookwhichsuggestedthathewasnotaboywhotalkedmuch。

  Thislookwasspeciallynoticeablethismorningashestoodbeforetheironrailings。Thethingshewasthinkingofwereofakindlikelytobringtothefaceofatwelve-year-oldboyanunboyishexpression。

  Hewasthinkingofthelong,hurriedjourneyheandhisfatherandtheiroldsoldierservant,Lazarus,hadmadeduringthelastfewdays——thejourneyfromRussia。Crampedinaclosethird-classrailwaycarriage,theyhaddashedacrosstheContinentasifsomethingimportantorterribleweredrivingthem,andheretheywere,settledinLondonasiftheyweregoingtoliveforeveratNo。7PhilibertPlace。Heknew,however,thatthoughtheymightstayayear,itwasjustasprobablethat,inthemiddleofsomenight,hisfatherorLazarusmightwakenhimfromhissleepandsay,``Getup——dressyourselfquickly。Wemustgoatonce。\'\'Afewdayslater,hemightbeinSt。

  Petersburg,Berlin,Vienna,orBudapest,huddledawayinsomepoorlittlehouseasshabbyandcomfortlessasNo。7PhilibertPlace。

  Hepassedhishandoverhisforeheadashethoughtofitandwatchedthebusses。Hisstrangelifeandhiscloseassociationwithhisfatherhadmadehimmucholderthanhisyears,buthewasonlyaboy,afterall,andthemysteryofthingssometimesweighedheavilyuponhim,andsethimtodeepwondering。

  Innotoneofthemanycountriesheknewhadheevermetaboywhoselifewasintheleastlikehisown。Otherboyshadhomesinwhichtheyspentyearafteryear;theywenttoschoolregularly,andplayedwithotherboys,andtalkedopenlyofthethingswhichhappenedtothem,andthejourneystheymade。Whenheremainedinaplacelongenoughtomakeafewboy-friends,heknewhemustneverforgetthathiswholeexistencewasasortofsecretwhosesafetydependeduponhisownsilenceanddiscretion。

  Thiswasbecauseofthepromiseshehadmadetohisfather,andtheyhadbeenthefirstthingheremembered。Notthathehadeverregrettedanythingconnectedwithhisfather。Hethrewhisblackheadupashethoughtofthat。Noneoftheotherboyshadsuchafather,notoneofthem。Hisfatherwashisidolandhischief。Hehadscarcelyeverseenhimwhenhisclotheshadnotbeenpoorandshabby,buthehadalsoneverseenhimwhen,despitehisworncoatandfrayedlinen,hehadnotstoodoutamongallothersasmoredistinguishedthanthemostnoticeableofthem。Whenhewalkeddownastreet,peopleturnedtolookathimevenoftenerthantheyturnedtolookatMarco,andtheboyfeltasifitwasnotmerelybecausehewasabigmanwithahandsome,darkface,butbecausehelooked,somehow,asifhehadbeenborntocommandarmies,andasifnoonewouldthinkofdisobeyinghim。YetMarcohadneverseenhimcommandanyone,andtheyhadalwaysbeenpoor,andshabbilydressed,andoftenenoughill-fed。Butwhethertheywereinonecountryoranother,andwhatsoeverdarkplacetheyseemedtobehidingin,thefewpeopletheysawtreatedhimwithasortofdeference,andnearlyalwaysstoodwhentheywereinhispresence,unlesshebadethemsitdown。

  ``Itisbecausetheyknowheisapatriot,andpatriotsarerespected,\'\'theboyhadtoldhimself。

  Hehimselfwishedtobeapatriot,thoughhehadneverseenhisowncountryofSamavia。Heknewitwell,however。Hisfatherhadtalkedtohimaboutiteversincethatdaywhenhehadmadethepromises。Hehadtaughthimtoknowitbyhelpinghimtostudycuriousdetailedmapsofit——mapsofitscities,mapsofitsmountains,mapsofitsroads。Hehadtoldhimstoriesofthewrongsdoneitspeople,oftheirsufferingsandstrugglesforliberty,and,aboveall,oftheirunconquerablecourage。Whentheytalkedtogetherofitshistory,Marco\'sboy-bloodburnedandleapedinhisveins,andhealwaysknew,bythelookinhisfather\'seyes,thathisbloodburnedalso。Hiscountrymenhadbeenkilled,theyhadbeenrobbed,theyhaddiedbythousandsofcrueltiesandstarvation,buttheirsoulshadneverbeenconquered,and,throughalltheyearsduringwhichmorepowerfulnationscrushedandenslavedthem,theyneverceasedtostruggletofreethemselvesandstandunfetteredasSamavianshadstoodcenturiesbefore。

  ``Whydowenotlivethere,\'\'Marcohadcriedonthedaythepromisesweremade。``Whydowenotgobackandfight?WhenI

  amaman,IwillbeasoldieranddieforSamavia。\'\'

  ``WeareofthosewhomustLIVEforSamavia——workingdayandnight,\'\'hisfatherhadanswered;``denyingourselves,trainingourbodiesandsouls,usingourbrains,learningthethingswhicharebesttobedoneforourpeopleandourcountry。EvenexilesmaybeSamaviansoldiers——Iamone,youmustbeone。\'\'

  ``Areweexiles?\'\'askedMarco。

  ``Yes,\'\'wastheanswer。``ButevenifweneversetfootonSamaviansoil,wemustgiveourlivestoit。IhavegivenminesinceIwassixteen。IshallgiveituntilIdie。\'\'

  ``Haveyouneverlivedthere?\'\'saidMarco。

  Astrangelookshotacrosshisfather\'sface。

  ``No,\'\'heanswered,andsaidnomore。Marcowatchinghim,knewhemustnotaskthequestionagain。

  Thenextwordshisfathersaidwereaboutthepromises。Marcowasquitealittlefellowatthetime,butheunderstoodthesolemnityofthem,andfeltthathewasbeinghonoredasifhewereaman。

  ``Whenyouareaman,youshallknowallyouwishtoknow,\'\'

  Loristansaid。``Nowyouareachild,andyourmindmustnotbeburdened。Butyoumustdoyourpart。Achildsometimesforgetsthatwordsmaybedangerous。Youmustpromisenevertoforgetthis。Wheresoeveryouare;ifyouhaveplaymates,youmustremembertobesilentaboutmanythings。YoumustnotspeakofwhatIdo,orofthepeoplewhocometoseeme。Youmustnotmentionthethingsinyourlifewhichmakeitdifferentfromthelivesofotherboys。Youmustkeepinyourmindthatasecretexistswhichachancefoolishwordmightbetray。YouareaSamavian,andtherehavebeenSamavianswhohavediedathousanddeathsratherthanbetrayasecret。Youmustlearntoobeywithoutquestion,asifyouwereasoldier。Nowyoumusttakeyouroathofallegiance。\'\'

  Herosefromhisseatandwenttoacorneroftheroom。Hekneltdown,turnedbackthecarpet,liftedaplank,andtooksomethingfrombeneathit。Itwasasword,and,ashecamebacktoMarco,hedrewitoutfromitssheath。Thechild\'sstrong,littlebodystiffenedanddrewitselfup,hislarge,deepeyesflashed。Hewastotakehisoathofallegianceuponaswordasifhewereaman。Hedidnotknowthathissmallhandopenedandshutwithafierceunderstandinggripbecausethoseofhisbloodhadforlongcenturiespastcarriedswordsandfoughtwiththem。

  Loristangavehimthebigbaredweapon,andstooderectbeforehim。

  ``Repeatthesewordsaftermesentencebysentence!\'\'hecommanded。

  AndashespokethemMarcoechoedeachoneloudlyandclearly。

  ``Theswordinmyhand——forSamavia!

  ``Theheartinmybreast——forSamavia!

  ``Theswiftnessofmysight,thethoughtofmybrain,thelifeofmylife——forSamavia。

  ``HeregrowsamanforSamavia。

  ``Godbethanked!\'\'

  ThenLoristanputhishandonthechild\'sshoulder,andhisdarkfacelookedalmostfiercelyproud。

  ``Fromthishour,\'\'hesaid,``youandIarecomradesatarms。\'\'

  AndfromthatdaytotheoneonwhichhestoodbesidethebrokenironrailingsofNo。7PhilibertPlace,Marcohadnotforgottenforonehour。

  II

  AYOUNGCITIZENOFTHEWORLD

  HehadbeeninLondonmorethanoncebefore,butnottothelodgingsinPhilibertPlace。Whenhewasbroughtasecondorthirdtimetoatownorcity,healwaysknewthatthehousehewastakentowouldbeinaquarternewtohim,andheshouldnotseeagainthepeoplehehadseenbefore。Suchslightlinksofacquaintanceassometimesformedthemselvesbetweenhimandotherchildrenasshabbyandpoorashimselfwereeasilybroken。Hisfather,however,hadneverforbiddenhimtomakechanceacquaintances。Hehad,infact,toldhimthathehadreasonsfornotwishinghimtoholdhimselfalooffromotherboys。Theonlybarrierwhichmustexistbetweenthemmustbethebarrierofsilenceconcerninghiswanderingsfromcountrytocountry。Otherboysaspoorashewasdidnotmakeconstantjourneys,thereforetheywouldmissnothingfromhisboyishtalkwhenheomittedallmentionofhis。WhenhewasinRussia,hemustspeakonlyofRussianplacesandRussianpeopleandcustoms。WhenhewasinFrance,Germany,Austria,orEngland,hemustdothesamething。

  WhenhehadlearnedEnglish,French,German,Italian,andRussianhedidnotknow。Hehadseemedtogrowupinthemidstofchangingtongueswhichallseemedfamiliartohim,aslanguagesarefamiliartochildrenwhohavelivedwiththemuntilonescarcelyseemslessfamiliarthananother。Hedidremember,however,thathisfatherhadalwaysbeenunswervinginhisattentiontohispronunciationandmethodofspeakingthelanguageofanycountrytheychancedtobelivingin。

  ``Youmustnotseemaforeignerinanycountry,\'\'hehadsaidtohim。``Itisnecessarythatyoushouldnot。ButwhenyouareinEngland,youmustnotknowFrench,orGerman,oranythingbutEnglish。\'\'

  Once,whenhewassevenoreightyearsold,aboyhadaskedhimwhathisfather\'sworkwas。

  ``Hisownfatherisacarpenter,andheaskedmeifmyfatherwasone,\'\'MarcobroughtthestorytoLoristan。``Isaidyouwerenot。Thenheaskedifyouwereashoemaker,andanotheronesaidyoumightbeabricklayeroratailor——andIdidn\'tknowwhattotellthem。\'\'HehadbeenoutplayinginaLondonstreet,andheputagrubbylittlehandonhisfather\'sarm,andclutchedandalmostfiercelyshookit。``Iwantedtosaythatyouwerenotliketheirfathers,notatall。Iknewyouwerenot,thoughyouwerequiteaspoor。Youarenotabricklayerorashoemaker,butapatriot——youcouldnotbeonlyabricklayer——you!\'\'Hesaiditgrandlyandwithaqueerindignation,hisblackheadheldupandhiseyesangry。

  Loristanlaidhishandagainsthismouth。

  ``Hush!hush!\'\'hesaid。``Isitaninsulttoamantothinkhemaybeacarpenterormakeagoodsuitofclothes?IfIcouldmakeourclothes,weshouldgobetterdressed。IfIwereashoemaker,yourtoeswouldnotbemakingtheirwayintotheworldastheyarenow。\'\'Hewassmiling,butMarcosawhisheadhelditselfhigh,too,andhiseyeswereglowingashetouchedhisshoulder。``IknowyoudidnottellthemIwasapatriot,\'\'heended。``Whatwasityousaidtothem?\'\'

  ``Irememberedthatyouwerenearlyalwayswritinganddrawingmaps,andIsaidyouwereawriter,butIdidnotknowwhatyouwrote——andthatyousaiditwasapoortrade。IheardyousaythatoncetoLazarus。Wasthatarightthingtotellthem?\'\'

  ``Yes。Youmayalwayssayitifyouareasked。Therearepoorfellowsenoughwhowriteathousanddifferentthingswhichbringthemlittlemoney。Thereisnothingstrangeinmybeingawriter。\'\'

  SoLoristanansweredhim,andfromthattimeif,byanychance,hisfather\'smeansoflivelihoodwereinquiredinto,itwassimpleenoughandtrueenoughtosaythathewrotetoearnhisbread。

  Inthefirstdaysofstrangenesstoanewplace,Marcooftenwalkedagreatdeal。Hewasstronganduntiring,anditamusedhimtowanderthroughunknownstreets,andlookatshops,andhouses,andpeople。Hedidnotconfinehimselftothegreatthoroughfares,butlikedtobranchoffintothesidestreetsandodd,deserted-lookingsquares,andevencourtsandalleyways。Heoftenstoppedtowatchworkmenandtalktothemiftheywerefriendly。Inthiswayhemadestrayacquaintancesinhisstrollings,andlearnedagoodmanythings。Hehadafondnessforwanderingmusicians,and,fromanoldItalianwhohadinhisyouthbeenasingerinopera,hehadlearnedtosinganumberofsongsinhisstrong,musicalboy-voice。Heknewwellmanyofthesongsofthepeopleinseveralcountries。

  Itwasverydullthisfirstmorning,andhewishedthathehadsomethingtodoorsomeonetospeakto。Todonothingwhateverisadepressingthingatalltimes,butperhapsitismoreespeciallysowhenoneisabig,healthyboytwelveyearsold。

  LondonashesawitintheMaryleboneRoadseemedtohimahideousplace。Itwasmurkyandshabby-looking,andfullofdreary-facedpeople。Itwasnotthefirsttimehehadseenthesamethings,andtheyalwaysmadehimfeelthathewishedhehadsomethingtodo。

  SuddenlyheturnedawayfromthegateandwentintothehousetospeaktoLazarus。Hefoundhiminhisdingyclosetofaroomonthefourthflooratthebackofthehouse。

  ``Iamgoingforawalk,\'\'heannouncedtohim。``Pleasetellmyfatherifheasksforme。Heisbusy,andImustnotdisturbhim。\'\'

  Lazaruswaspatchinganoldcoatasheoftenpatchedthings——

  evenshoessometimes。WhenMarcospoke,hestoodupatoncetoanswerhim。Hewasveryobstinateandparticularaboutcertainformsofmanner。NothingwouldhaveobligedhimtoremainseatedwhenLoristanorMarcowasnearhim。Marcothoughtitwasbecausehehadbeensostrictlytrainedasasoldier。Heknewthathisfatherhadhadgreattroubletomakehimlayasidehishabitofsalutingwhentheyspoketohim。

  ``Perhaps,\'\'MarcohadheardLoristansaytohimalmostseverely,oncewhenhehadforgottenhimselfandhadstoodatsalutewhilehismasterpassedthroughabroken-downirongatebeforeanequallybroken-down-lookinglodging-house——``perhapsyoucanforceyourselftorememberwhenItellyouthatitisnotsafe——ITISNOTSAFE!Youputusindanger!\'\'

  Itwasevidentthatthishelpedthegoodfellowtocontrolhimself。Marcorememberedthatatthetimehehadactuallyturnedpale,andhadstruckhisforeheadandpouredforthatorrentofSamaviandialectinpenitenceandterror。But,thoughhenolongersalutedtheminpublic,heomittednootherformofreverenceandceremony,andtheboyhadbecomeaccustomedtobeingtreatedasifhewereanythingbuttheshabbyladwhoseverycoatwaspatchedbytheoldsoldierwhostood``atattention\'\'beforehim。

  ``Yes,sir,\'\'Lazarusanswered。``Wherewasityourwishtogo?\'\'

  MarcoknittedhisblackbrowsalittleintryingtorecalldistinctmemoriesofthelasttimehehadbeeninLondon。

  ``Ihavebeentosomanyplaces,andhaveseensomanythingssinceIwasherebefore,thatImustbegintolearnagainaboutthestreetsandbuildingsIdonotquiteremember。\'\'

  ``Yes,sir,\'\'saidLazarus。``ThereHAVEbeensomany。Ialsoforget。Youwerebuteightyearsoldwhenyouwerelasthere。\'\'

  ``IthinkIwillgoandfindtheroyalpalace,andthenIwillwalkaboutandlearnthenamesofthestreets,\'\'Marcosaid。

  ``Yes,sir,\'\'answeredLazarus,andthistimehemadehismilitarysalute。

  Marcoliftedhisrighthandinrecognition,asifhehadbeenayoungofficer。Mostboysmighthavelookedawkwardortheatricalinmakingthegesture,buthemadeitwithnaturalnessandease,becausehehadbeenfamiliarwiththeformsincehisbabyhood。

  Hehadseenofficersreturningthesalutesoftheirmenwhentheyencounteredeachotherbychanceinthestreets,hehadseenprincespassingsentriesontheirwaytotheircarriages,moreaugustpersonagesraisingthequiet,recognizinghandtotheirhelmetsastheyrodethroughapplaudingcrowds。Hehadseenmanyroyalpersonsandmanyroyalpageants,butalwaysonlyasanill-cladboystandingontheedgeofthecrowdofcommonpeople。

  Anenergeticlad,howeverpoor,cannotspendhisdaysingoingfromonecountrytoanotherwithout,bymereevery-daychance,becomingfamiliarwiththeouterlifeofroyaltiesandcourts。

  Marcohadstoodincontinentalthoroughfareswhenvisitingemperorsrodebywithglitteringsoldierybeforeandbehindthem,andapopulaceshoutingcourteouswelcomes。Heknewwhereinvariousgreatcapitalsthesentriesstoodbeforekinglyorprincelypalaces。Hehadseencertainroyalfacesoftenenoughtoknowthemwell,andtobereadytomakehissalutewhenparticularquietandunattendedcarriagespassedhimby。

  ``Itiswelltoknowthem。Itiswelltoobserveeverythingandtotrainone\'sselftorememberfacesandcircumstances,\'\'hisfatherhadsaid。``Ifyouwereayoungprinceorayoungmantrainingforadiplomaticcareer,youwouldbetaughttonoticeandrememberpeopleandthingsasyouwouldbetaughttospeakyourownlanguagewithelegance。Suchobservationwouldbeyourmostpracticalaccomplishmentandgreatestpower。Itisaspracticalforonemanasanother——forapoorladinapatchedcoatasforonewhoseplaceistobeincourts。Asyoucannotbeeducatedintheordinaryway,youmustlearnfromtravelandtheworld。Youmustlosenothing——forgetnothing。\'\'

  Itwashisfatherwhohadtaughthimeverything,andhehadlearnedagreatdeal。Loristanhadthepowerofmakingallthingsinterestingtofascination。ToMarcoitseemedthathekneweverythingintheworld。Theywerenotrichenoughtobuymanybooks,butLoristanknewthetreasuresofallgreatcities,theresourcesofthesmallesttowns。Togetherheandhisboywalkedthroughtheendlessgalleriesfilledwiththewondersoftheworld,thepicturesbeforewhichthroughcenturiesanunbrokenprocessionofalmostworshipingeyeshadpasseduplifted。Becausehisfathermadethepicturesseemtheglowing,burningworkofstill-livingmenwhomthecenturiescouldnotturntodust,becausehecouldtellthestoriesoftheirlivingandlaboringtotriumph,storiesofwhattheyfeltandsufferedandwere,theboybecameasfamiliarwiththeoldmasters——Italian,German,French,Dutch,English,Spanish——ashewaswithmostofthecountriestheyhadlivedin。Theywerenotmerelyoldmasterstohim,butmenwhoweregreat,menwhoseemedtohimtohavewieldedbeautifulswordsandheldhigh,splendidlights。Hisfathercouldnotgooftenwithhim,buthealwaystookhimforthefirsttimetothegalleries,museums,libraries,andhistoricalplaceswhichwererichestintreasuresofart,beauty,orstory。Then,havingseenthemoncethroughhiseyes,Marcowentagainandagainalone,andsogrewintimatewiththewondersoftheworld。Heknewthathewasgratifyingawishofhisfather\'swhenhetriedtotrainhimselftoobserveallthingsandforgetnothing。Thesepalacesofmarvelswerehisschool-rooms,andhisstrangebutricheducationwasthemostinterestingpartofhislife。Intime,heknewexactlytheplaceswherethegreatRembrandts,Vandykes,Rubens,Raphaels,Tintorettos,orFransHalshung;heknewwhetherthismasterpieceorthatwasinVienna,inParis,inVenice,orMunich,orRome。

  Heknewstoriesofsplendidcrownjewels,ofoldarmor,ofancientcrafts,andofRomanrelicsdugupfrombeneaththefoundationsofoldGermancities。Anyboywanderingtoamusehimselfthroughmuseumsandpalaceson``freedays\'\'couldseewhathesaw,butboyslivingfullerandlesslonelyliveswouldhavebeenlesslikelytoconcentratetheirentiremindsonwhattheylookedat,andalsolesslikelytostoreawayfactswiththedeterminationtobeabletorecallatanymomentthementalshelfonwhichtheywerelaid。Havingnoplaymatesandnothingtoplaywith,hebeganwhenhewasaverylittlefellowtomakeasortofgameoutofhisramblesthroughpicture-galleries,andtheplaceswhich,whethertheycalledthemselvesmuseumsornot,werestorehousesorrelicsofantiquity。Therewerealwaystheblessed``freedays,\'\'whenhecouldclimbanymarblesteps,andenteranygreatportalwithoutpayinganentrancefee。Onceinside,therewereplentyofplainlyandpoorlydressedpeopletobeseen,buttherewerenotoftenboysasyoungashimselfwhowerenotattendedbyoldercompanions。Quietandorderlyashewas,heoftenfoundhimselfstaredat。Thegamehehadcreatedforhimselfwasassimpleasitwasabsorbing。Itwastotryhowmuchhecouldrememberandclearlydescribetohisfatherwhentheysattogetheratnightandtalkedofwhathehadseen。Thesenighttalksfilledhishappiesthours。Heneverfeltlonelythen,andwhenhisfathersatandwatchedhimwithacertaincuriousanddeepattentioninhisdark,reflectiveeyes,theboywasutterlycomfortedandcontent。Sometimeshebroughtbackroughandcrudesketchesofobjectshewishedtoaskquestionsabout,andLoristancouldalwaysrelatetohimthefull,richstoryofthethinghewantedtoknow。TheywerestoriesmadesosplendidandfullofcolorinthetellingthatMarcocouldnotforgetthem。

  III

  THELEGENDOFTHELOSTPRINCE

  Ashewalkedthroughthestreets,hewasthinkingofoneofthesestories。Itwasonehehadheardfirstwhenhewasveryyoung,andithadsoseizeduponhisimaginationthathehadaskedoftenforit。Itwas,indeed,apartofthelong-pasthistoryofSamavia,andhehadloveditforthatreason。Lazarushadoftentoldittohim,sometimesaddingmuchdetail,buthehadalwayslikedbesthisfather\'sversion,whichseemedathrillingandlivingthing。OntheirjourneyfromRussia,duringanhourwhentheyhadbeenforcedtowaitinacoldwaysidestationandhadfoundthetimelong,Loristanhaddiscusseditwithhim。Healwaysfoundsomesuchwayofmakinghardandcomfortlesshourseasiertolivethrough。

  ``Fine,biglad——foraforeigner,\'\'Marcoheardamansaytohiscompanionashepassedthemthismorning。``LookslikeaPoleoraRussian。\'\'

  ItwasthiswhichhadledhisthoughtsbacktothestoryoftheLostPrince。Heknewthatmostofthepeoplewholookedathimandcalledhima``foreigner\'\'hadnotevenheardofSamavia。

  Thosewhochancedtorecallitsexistenceknewofitonlyasasmallfiercecountry,soplaceduponthemapthatthelargercountrieswhichwereitsneighborsfelttheymustcontrolandkeepitinorder,andthereforemadeincursionsintoit,andfoughtitspeopleandeachotherforpossession。Butithadnotbeenalwaysso。Itwasanold,oldcountry,andhundredsofyearsagoithadbeenascelebratedforitspeacefulhappinessandwealthasforitsbeauty。Itwasoftensaidthatitwasoneofthemostbeautifulplacesintheworld。AfavoriteSamavianlegendwasthatithadbeenthesiteoftheGardenofEden。Inthosepastcenturies,itspeoplehadbeenofsuchgreatstature,physicalbeauty,andstrength,thattheyhadbeenlikearaceofnoblegiants。Theywereinthosedaysapastoralpeople,whoserichcropsandsplendidflocksandherdsweretheenvyoflessfertilecountries。Amongtheshepherdsandherdsmentherewerepoetswhosangtheirownsongswhentheypipedamongtheirsheepuponthemountainsidesandintheflower-thickvalleys。Theirsongshadbeenaboutpatriotismandbravery,andfaithfulnesstotheirchieftainsandtheircountry。Thesimplecourtesyofthepoorestpeasantwasasstatelyasthemannerofanoble。Butthat,asLoristanhadsaidwithatiredsmile,hadbeenbeforetheyhadhadtimetooutliveandforgettheGardenofEden。Fivehundredyearsago,therehadsucceededtothethroneakingwhowasbadandweak。Hisfatherhadlivedtobeninetyyearsold,andhissonhadgrowntiredofwaitinginSamaviaforhiscrown。

  Hehadgoneoutintotheworld,andvisitedothercountriesandtheircourts。Whenhereturnedandbecameking,helivedasnoSamaviankinghadlivedbefore。Hewasanextravagant,viciousmanoffurioustemperandbitterjealousies。Hewasjealousofthelargercourtsandcountrieshehadseen,andtriedtointroducetheircustomsandtheirambitions。Heendedbyintroducingtheirworstfaultsandvices。Therearosepoliticalquarrelsandsavagenewfactions。Moneywassquandereduntilpovertybeganforthefirsttimetostarethecountryintheface。ThebigSamavians,aftertheirfirststupefaction,brokeforthintofuriousrage。Thereweremobsandriots,thenbloodybattles。Sinceitwasthekingwhohadworkedthiswrong,theywouldhavenoneofhim。Theywoulddeposehimandmakehissonkinginhisplace。ItwasatthispartofthestorythatMarcowasalwaysmostdeeplyinterested。Theyoungprincewastotallyunlikehisfather。HewasatrueroyalSamavian。Hewasbiggerandstrongerforhisagethananymaninthecountry,andhewasashandsomeasayoungVikinggod。Morethanthis,hehadalion\'sheart,andbeforehewassixteen,theshepherdsandherdsmenhadalreadybeguntomakesongsabouthisyoungvalor,andhiskinglycourtesy,andgenerouskindness。Notonlytheshepherdsandherdsmensangthem,butthepeopleinthestreets。

  Theking,hisfather,hadalwaysbeenjealousofhim,evenwhenhewasonlyabeautiful,statelychildwhomthepeopleroaredwithjoytoseeasherodethroughthestreets。Whenhereturnedfromhisjourneyingsandfoundhimasplendidyouth,hedetestedhim。Whenthepeoplebegantoclamoranddemandthathehimselfshouldabdicate,hebecameinsanewithrage,andcommittedsuchcrueltiesthatthepeopleranmadthemselves。Onedaytheystormedthepalace,killedandoverpoweredtheguards,and,rushingintotheroyalapartments,burstinuponthekingasheshudderedgreenwithterrorandfuryinhisprivateroom。Hewaskingnomore,andmustleavethecountry,theyvowed,astheyclosedroundhimwithbaredweaponsandshooktheminhisface。

  Wherewastheprince?Theymustseehimandtellhimtheirultimatum。Itwashewhomtheywantedforaking。Theytrustedhimandwouldobeyhim。Theybegantoshoutaloudhisname,callinghiminasortofchantinunison,``PrinceIvor——PrinceIvor——PrinceIvor!\'\'Butnoanswercame。Thepeopleofthepalacehadhiddenthemselves,andtheplacewasutterlysilent。

  Theking,despitehisterror,couldnothelpbutsneer。

  ``Callhimagain,\'\'hesaid。``Heisafraidtocomeoutofhishole!\'\'

  Asavagefellowfromthemountainfastnessesstruckhimonthemouth。

  ``Heafraid!\'\'heshouted。``Ifhedoesnotcome,itisbecausethouhastkilledhim——andthouartadeadman!\'\'

  Thissetthemaflamewithhotterburning。Theybrokeaway,leavingthreeonguard,andranabouttheemptypalaceroomsshoutingtheprince\'sname。Buttherewasnoanswer。Theysoughthiminafrenzy,burstingopendoorsandflingingdowneveryobstacleintheirway。Apage,foundhiddeninacloset,ownedthathehadseenHisRoyalHighnesspassthroughacorridorearlyinthemorning。Hehadbeensoftlysingingtohimselfoneoftheshepherd\'ssongs。

  AndinthisstrangewayoutofthehistoryofSamavia,fivehundredyearsbeforeMarco\'sday,theyoungprincehadwalked——

  singingsoftlytohimselftheoldsongofSamavia\'sbeautyandhappiness。Forhewasneverseenagain。

  Ineverynookandcranny,highandlow,theysoughtforhim,believingthatthekinghimselfhadmadehimprisonerinsomesecretplace,orhadprivatelyhadhimkilled。Thefuryofthepeoplegrewtofrenzy。Therewerenewrisings,andeveryfewdaysthepalacewasattackedandsearchedagain。Butnotraceoftheprincewasfound。Hehadvanishedasastarvanisheswhenitdropsfromitsplaceinthesky。Duringariotinthepalace,whenalastfruitlesssearchwasmade,thekinghimselfwaskilled。Apowerfulnoblewhoheadedoneoftheuprisingsmadehimselfkinginhisplace。Fromthattime,theoncesplendidlittlekingdomwaslikeabonefoughtforbydogs。Itspastoralpeacewasforgotten。Itwastornandworriedandshakenbystrongercountries。Ittoreandworrieditselfwithinternalfights。Itassassinatedkingsandcreatednewones。Nomanwassureinhisyouthwhatrulerhismaturitywouldliveunder,orwhetherhischildrenwoulddieinuselessfights,orthroughstressofpovertyandcruel,uselesslaws。Therewerenomoreshepherdsandherdsmenwhowerepoets,butonthemountainsidesandinthevalleyssometimessomeoftheoldsongsweresung。

  ThosemostbelovedweresongsaboutaLostPrincewhosenamehadbeenIvor。Ifhehadbeenking,hewouldhavesavedSamavia,theversessaid,andallbraveheartsbelievedthathewouldstillreturn。Inthemoderncities,oneofthejocularcynicalsayingswas,``Yes,thatwillhappenwhenPrinceIvorcomesagain。\'\'

  Inhismorechildishdays,Marcohadbeenbitterlytroubledbytheunsolvedmystery。Wherehadhegone——theLostPrince?Hadhebeenkilled,orhadhebeenhiddenawayinadungeon?Buthewassobigandbrave,hewouldhavebrokenoutofanydungeon。

  Theboyhadinventedforhimselfadozenendingstothestory。

  ``Didnooneeverfindhisswordorhiscap——orhearanythingorguessanythingabouthimever——ever——ever?\'\'hewouldsayrestlesslyagainandagain。

  Onewinter\'snight,astheysattogetherbeforeasmallfireinacoldroominacoldcityinAustria,hehadbeensoeagerandaskedsomanysearchingquestions,thathisfathergavehimananswerhehadnevergivenhimbefore,andwhichwasasortofendingtothestory,thoughnotasatisfyingone:

  ``Everybodyguessedasyouareguessing。Afewveryoldshepherdsinthemountainswholiketobelieveancienthistoriesrelateastorywhichmostpeopleconsiderakindoflegend。Itisthatalmostahundredyearsaftertheprincewaslost,anoldshepherdtoldastoryhislong-deadfatherhadconfidedtohiminsecretjustbeforehedied。Thefatherhadsaidthat,goingoutintheearlymorningonthemountainside,hehadfoundintheforestwhatheatfirstthoughttobethedeadbodyofabeautiful,boyish,younghuntsman。Someenemyhadplainlyattackedhimfrombehindandbelievedhehadkilledhim。Hewas,however,notquitedead,andtheshepherddraggedhimintoacavewherehehimselfoftentookrefugefromstormswithhisflocks。

  Sincetherewassuchriotanddisorderinthecity,hewasafraidtospeakofwhathehadfound;and,bythetimehediscoveredthathewasharboringtheprince,thekinghadalreadybeenkilled,andanevenworsemanhadtakenpossessionofhisthrone,andruledSamaviawithablood-stained,ironhand。Totheterrifiedandsimplepeasantthesafestthingseemedtogetthewoundedyouthoutofthecountrybeforetherewasanychanceofhisbeingdiscoveredandmurderedoutright,ashewouldsurelybe。Thecaveinwhichhewashiddenwasnotfarfromthefrontier,andwhilehewasstillsoweakthathewashardlyconsciousofwhatbefellhim,hewassmuggledacrossitinacartloadedwithsheepskins,andleftwithsomekindmonkswhodidnotknowhisrankorname。Theshepherdwentbacktohisflocksandhismountains,andlivedanddiedamongthem,alwaysinterrorofthechangingrulersandtheirsavagebattleswitheachother。

  Themountaineerssaidamongthemselves,asthegenerationssucceededeachother,thattheLostPrincemusthavediedyoung,becauseotherwisehewouldhavecomebacktohiscountryandtriedtorestoreitsgood,bygonedays。\'\'

  ``Yes,hewouldhavecome,\'\'Marcosaid。

  ``Hewouldhavecomeifhehadseenthathecouldhelphispeople,\'\'Loristananswered,asifhewerenotreflectingonastorywhichwasprobablyonlyakindoflegend。``Buthewasveryyoung,andSamaviawasinthehandsofthenewdynasty,andfilledwithhisenemies。Hecouldnothavecrossedthefrontierwithoutanarmy。Still,Ithinkhediedyoung。\'\'

  ItwasofthisstorythatMarcowasthinkingashewalked,andperhapsthethoughtsthatfilledhismindexpressedthemselvesinhisfaceinsomewaywhichattractedattention。AshewasnearingBuckinghamPalace,adistinguished-lookingwell-dressedmanwithclevereyescaughtsightofhim,and,afterlookingathimkeenly,slackenedhispaceasheapproachedhimfromtheoppositedirection。Anobservermighthavethoughthesawsomethingwhichpuzzledandsurprisedhim。Marcodidn\'tseehimatall,andstillmovedforward,thinkingoftheshepherdsandtheprince。Thewell-dressedmanbegantowalkstillmoreslowly。WhenhewasquiteclosetoMarco,hestoppedandspoketohim——intheSamavianlanguage。

  ``Whatisyourname?\'\'heasked。

  Marco\'strainingfromhisearliestchildhoodhadbeenanextra-

  ordinarything。Hisloveforhisfatherhadmadeitsimpleandnaturaltohim,andhehadneverquestionedthereasonforit。

  Ashehadbeentaughttokeepsilence,hehadbeentaughttocontroltheexpressionofhisfaceandthesoundofhisvoice,and,aboveall,nevertoallowhimselftolookstartled。ButforthishemighthavestartedattheextraordinarysoundoftheSamavianwordssuddenlyutteredinaLondonstreetbyanEnglishgentleman。HemightevenhaveansweredthequestioninSamavianhimself。Buthedidnot。HecourteouslyliftedhiscapandrepliedinEnglish:

  ``Excuseme?\'\'

  Thegentleman\'sclevereyesscrutinizedhimkeenly。ThenhealsospokeinEnglish。

  ``Perhapsyoudonotunderstand?IaskedyournamebecauseyouareverylikeaSamavianIknow,\'\'hesaid。

  ``IamMarcoLoristan,\'\'theboyansweredhim。

  Themanlookedstraightintohiseyesandsmiled。

  ``Thatisnotthename,\'\'hesaid。``Ibegyourpardon,myboy。\'\'

  Hewasabouttogoon,andhadindeedtakenacoupleofstepsaway,whenhepausedandturnedtohimagain。

  ``Youmaytellyourfatherthatyouareaverywell-trainedlad。

  Iwantedtofindoutformyself。\'\'Andhewenton。

  Marcofeltthathisheartbeatalittlequickly。Thiswasoneofseveralincidentswhichhadhappenedduringthelastthreeyears,andmadehimfeelthathewaslivingamongthingssomysteriousthattheirverymysteryhintedatdanger。Buthehimselfhadneverbeforeseemedinvolvedinthem。Whyshoulditmatterthathewaswell-behaved?Thenherememberedsomething。Themanhadnotsaid``well-behaved,\'\'hehadsaid``well-TRAINED。\'\'

  Well-trainedinwhatway?Hefelthisforeheadprickleslightlyashethoughtofthesmiling,keenlookwhichsetitselfsostraightuponhim。HadhespokentohiminSamavianforanexperiment,toseeifhewouldbestartledintoforgettingthathehadbeentrainedtoseemtoknowonlythelanguageofthecountryhewastemporarilylivingin?Buthehadnotforgotten。

  Hehadrememberedwell,andwasthankfulthathehadbetrayednothing。``EvenexilesmaybeSamaviansoldiers。Iamone。Youmustbeone,\'\'hisfatherhadsaidonthatdaylongagowhenhehadmadehimtakehisoath。Perhapsrememberinghistrainingwasbeingasoldier。NeverhadSamavianeededhelpassheneededitto-day。Twoyearsbefore,arivalclaimanttothethronehadassassinatedthethenreigningkingandhissons,andsincethen,bloodywarandtumulthadraged。Thenewkingwasapowerfulman,andhadagreatfollowingoftheworstandmostself-seekingofthepeople。Neighboringcountrieshadinterferedfortheirownwelfare\'ssake,andthenewspapershadbeenfullofstoriesofsavagefightingandatrocities,andofstarvingpeasants。

  MarcohadlateoneeveningenteredtheirlodgingstofindLoristanwalkingtoandfrolikealioninacage,apapercrushedandtorninhishands,andhiseyesblazing。Hehadbeenreadingofcrueltieswroughtuponinnocentpeasantsandwomenandchildren。Lazaruswasstandingstaringathimwithhugetearsrunningdownhischeeks。WhenMarcoopenedthedoor,theoldsoldierstrodeovertohim,turnedhimabout,andledhimoutoftheroom。

  ``Pardon,sir,pardon!\'\'hesobbed。``Noonemustseehim,notevenyou。Hesufferssohorribly。\'\'

  HestoodbyachairinMarco\'sownsmallbedroom,wherehehalfpushed,halfledhim。Hebenthisgrizzledhead,andweptlikeabeatenchild。

  ``DearGodofthosewhoareinpain,assuredlyitisnowthetimetogivebacktousourLostPrince!\'\'hesaid,andMarcoknewthewordswereaprayer,andwonderedatthefrenziedintensityofit,becauseitseemedsowildathingtoprayforthereturnofayouthwhohaddiedfivehundredyearsbefore。

  Whenhereachedthepalace,hewasstillthinkingofthemanwhohadspokentohim。Hewasthinkingofhimevenashelookedatthemajesticgraystonebuildingandcountedthenumberofitsstoriesandwindows。Hewalkedrounditthathemightmakeanoteinhismemoryofitssizeandformanditsentrances,andguessatthesizeofitsgardens。Thishedidbecauseitwaspartofhisgame,andpartofhisstrangetraining。

  Whenhecamebacktothefront,hesawthatinthegreatentrancecourtwithinthehighironrailingsanelegantbutquiet-lookingclosedcarriagewasdrawingupbeforethedoorway。Marcostoodandwatchedwithinteresttoseewhowouldcomeoutandenterit。

  Heknewthatkingsandemperorswhowerenotonparadelookedmerelylikewell-dressedprivategentlemen,andoftenchosetogooutassimplyandquietlyasothermen。Sohethoughtthat,perhaps,ifhewaited,hemightseeoneofthosewell-knownfaceswhichrepresentthehighestrankandpowerinamonarchicalcountry,andwhichintimesgonebyhadalsorepresentedthepoweroverhumanlifeanddeathandliberty。

  ``IshouldliketobeabletotellmyfatherthatIhaveseentheKingandknowhisface,asIknowthefacesoftheczarandthetwoemperors。\'\'

  Therewasalittlemovementamongthetallmen-servantsintheroyalscarletliveries,andanelderlymandescendedthestepsattendedbyanotherwhowalkedbehindhim。Heenteredthecarriage,theothermanfollowedhim,thedoorwasclosed,andthecarriagedrovethroughtheentrancegates,wherethesentriessaluted。

  Marcowasnearenoughtoseedistinctly。Thetwomenweretalkingasifinterested。Thefaceoftheonefarthestfromhimwasthefacehehadoftenseeninshop-windowsandnewspapers。

  Theboymadehisquick,formalsalute。ItwastheKing;and,ashesmiledandacknowledgedhisgreeting,hespoketohiscompanion。

  ``Thatfineladsalutesasifhebelongedtothearmy,\'\'waswhathesaid,thoughMarcocouldnothearhim。

  Hiscompanionleanedforwardtolookthroughthewindow。WhenhecaughtsightofMarco,asingularexpressioncrossedhisface。

  ``Hedoesbelongtoanarmy,sir,\'\'heanswered,``thoughhedoesnotknowit。HisnameisMarcoLoristan。\'\'

  ThenMarcosawhimplainlyforthefirsttime。HewasthemanwiththekeeneyeswhohadspokentohiminSamavian。

  IV

  THERAT

  Marcowouldhavewonderedverymuchifhehadheardthewords,but,ashedidnothearthem,heturnedtowardhomewonderingatsomethingelse。Amanwhowasinintimateattendanceonakingmustbeapersonofimportance。Henodoubtknewmanythingsnotonlyofhisownruler\'scountry,butofthecountriesofotherkings。ButsofewhadreallyknownanythingofpoorlittleSamaviauntilthenewspapershadbeguntotellthemofthehorrorsofitswar——andwhobutaSamaviancouldspeakitslanguage?Itwouldbeaninterestingthingtotellhisfather——thatamanwhoknewtheKinghadspokentohiminSamavian,andhadsentthatcuriousmessage。

  Laterhefoundhimselfpassingasidestreetandlookedupit。

  Itwassonarrow,andoneithersideofitweresuchold,tall,andsloping-walledhousesthatitattractedhisattention。ItlookedasifabitofoldLondonhadbeenlefttostandwhilenewerplacesgrewupandhiditfromview。Thiswasthekindofstreethelikedtopassthroughforcuriosity\'ssake。Heknewmanyofthemintheoldquartersofmanycities。Hehadlivedinsomeofthem。Hecouldfindhiswayhomefromtheotherendofit。Anotherthingthanitsqueernessattractedhim。Heheardaclamorofboys\'voices,andhewantedtoseewhattheyweredoing。Sometimes,whenhehadreachedanewplaceandhadhadthatlonelyfeeling,hehadfollowedsomeboyishclamorofplayorwrangling,andhadfoundatemporaryfriendorso。

  Half-waytothestreet\'sendtherewasanarchedbrickpassage。

  Thesoundofthevoicescamefromthere——oneofthemhigh,andthinnerandshrillerthantherest。Marcotrampeduptothearchandlookeddownthroughthepassage。Itopenedontoagrayflaggedspace,shutinbytherailingsofablack,deserted,andancientgraveyardbehindavenerablechurchwhichturneditsfacetowardsomeotherstreet。Theboyswerenotplaying,butlisteningtooneoftheirnumberwhowasreadingtothemfromanewspaper。

  Marcowalkeddownthepassageandlistenedalso,standinginthedarkarchedoutletatitsendandwatchingtheboywhoread。Hewasastrangelittlecreaturewithabigforehead,anddeepeyeswhichwerecuriouslysharp。Butthiswasnotall。Hehadahunchback,hislegsseemedsmallandcrooked。Hesatwiththemcrossedbeforehimonaroughwoodenplatformsetonlowwheels,onwhichheevidentlypushedhimselfabout。Nearhimwereanumberofsticksstackedtogetherasiftheywererifles。OneofthefirstthingsthatMarconoticedwasthathehadasavagelittlefacemarkedwithlinesasifhehadbeenangryallhislife。

  ``Holdyourtongues,youfools!\'\'heshrilledouttosomeboyswhointerruptedhim。``Don\'tyouwanttoknowanything,youignorantswine?\'\'

  Hewasasill-dressedastherestofthem,buthedidnotspeakintheCockneydialect。Ifhewasoftheriffraffofthestreets,ashiscompanionswere,hewassomehowdifferent。

  Thenhe,bychance,sawMarco,whowasstandinginthearchedendofthepassage。

  ``Whatareyoudoingtherelistening?\'\'heshouted,andatoncestoopedtopickupastoneandthrewitathim。ThestonehitMarco\'sshoulder,butitdidnothurthimmuch。Whathedidnotlikewasthatanotherladshouldwanttothrowsomethingathimbeforetheyhadevenexchangedboy-signs。Healsodidnotlikethefactthattwootherboyspromptlytookthematterupbybendingdowntopickupstonesalso。

  Hewalkedforwardstraightintothegroupandstoppedclosetothehunchback。

  ``Whatdidyoudothatfor?\'\'heasked,inhisratherdeepyoungvoice。

  Hewasbigandstrong-lookingenoughtosuggestthathewasnotaboyitwouldbeeasytodisposeof,butitwasnotthatwhichmadethegroupstandstillamomenttostareathim。Itwassomethinginhimself——halfofitakindofimpartiallackofanythinglikeirritationatthestone-throwing。Itwasasifithadnotmatteredtohimintheleast。Ithadnotmadehimfeelangryorinsulted。Hewasonlyrathercuriousaboutit。Becausehewasclean,andhishairandhisshabbyclotheswerebrushed,thefirstimpressiongivenbyhisappearanceashestoodinthearchwaywasthathewasayoung``toff\'\'pokinghisnosewhereitwasnotwanted;but,ashedrewnear,theysawthatthewell-brushedclotheswereworn,andtherewerepatchesonhisshoes。

  ``Whatdidyoudothatfor?\'\'heasked,andheaskeditmerelyasifhewantedtofindoutthereason。

  ``I\'mnotgoingtohaveyouswellsdroppingintomyclubasifitwasyourown,\'\'saidthehunchback。

  ``I\'mnotaswell,andIdidn\'tknowitwasaclub,\'\'Marcoanswered。``Iheardboys,andIthoughtI\'dcomeandlook。WhenIheardyoureadingaboutSamavia,Iwantedtohear。\'\'

  Helookedatthereaderwithhissilent-expressionedeyes。

  ``Youneedn\'thavethrownastone,\'\'headded。``Theydon\'tdoitatmen\'sclubs。I\'llgoaway。\'\'

  Heturnedaboutasifheweregoing,but,beforehehadtakenthreesteps,thehunchbackhailedhimunceremoniously。

  ``Hi!\'\'hecalledout。``Hi,you!\'\'

  ``Whatdoyouwant?\'\'saidMarco。

  ``Ibetyoudon\'tknowwhereSamaviais,orwhatthey\'refightingabout。\'\'Thehunchbackthrewthewordsathim。

  ``Yes,Ido。It\'snorthofBeltrazoandeastofJiardasia,andtheyarefightingbecauseonepartyhasassassinatedKingMaran,andtheotherwillnotletthemcrownNicolaIarovitch。Andwhyshouldthey?He\'sabrigand,andhasn\'tadropofroyalbloodinhim。\'\'

  ``Oh!\'\'reluctantlyadmittedthehunchback。``Youdoknowthatmuch,doyou?Comebackhere。\'\'

  Marcoturnedback,whiletheboysstillstared。Itwasasiftwoleadersorgeneralsweremeetingforthefirsttime,andtherabble,lookingon,wonderedwhatwouldcomeoftheirencounter。

  ``TheSamaviansoftheIarovitchpartyareabadlotandwantonlybadthings,\'\'saidMarco,speakingfirst。``TheycarenothingforSamavia。Theyonlycareformoneyandthepowertomakelawswhichwillservethemandcrusheverybodyelse。TheyknowNicolaisaweakman,andthat,iftheycancrownhimking,theycanmakehimdowhattheylike。\'\'

  Thefactthathespokefirst,andthat,thoughhespokeinasteadyboyishvoicewithoutswagger,hesomehowseemedtotakeitforgrantedthattheywouldlisten,madehisplaceforhimatonce。Boysareimpressionablecreatures,andtheyknowaleaderwhentheyseehim。Thehunchbackfixedglitteringeyesonhim。

  Therabblebegantomurmur。

  ``Rat!Rat!\'\'severalvoicescriedatonceingoodstrongCockney。``Arst\'imsomemore,Rat!\'\'

  ``Isthatwhattheycallyou?\'\'Marcoaskedthehunchback。

  ``It\'swhatIcalledmyself,\'\'heansweredresentfully。```TheRat。\'Lookatme!Crawlingroundonthegroundlikethis!Lookatme!\'\'

  Hemadeagestureorderinghisfollowerstomoveaside,andbegantopushhimselfrapidly,withqueerdartsthissideandthatroundtheinclosure。Hebenthisheadandbody,andtwistedhisface,andmadestrangeanimal-likemovements。Heevenutteredsharpsqueaksasherushedhereandthere——asaratmighthavedonewhenitwasbeinghunted。Hediditasifheweredisplayinganaccomplishment,andhisfollowers\'laughterwasapplause。

  ``Wasn\'tIlikearat?\'\'hedemanded,whenhesuddenlystopped。

  ``Youmadeyourselflikeoneonpurpose,\'\'Marcoanswered。``Youdoitforfun。\'\'

  ``Notsomuchfun,\'\'saidTheRat。``Ifeellikeone。Everyone\'smyenemy。I\'mvermin。Ican\'tfightordefendmyselfunlessIbite。Icanbite,though。\'\'Andheshowedtworowsoffierce,strong,whiteteeth,sharperatthepointsthanhumanteethusuallyare。``Ibitemyfatherwhenhegetsdrunkandbeatsme。I\'vebittenhimtillhe\'slearnedtoremember。\'\'Helaughedashrill,squeakinglaugh。``Hehasn\'ttrieditforthreemonths——evenwhenhewasdrunk——andhe\'salwaysdrunk。\'\'

  Thenhelaughedagainstillmoreshrilly。``He\'sagentleman,\'\'

  hesaid。``I\'magentleman\'sson。HewasaMasteratabigschooluntilhewaskickedout——thatwaswhenIwasfourandmymotherdied。I\'mthirteennow。Howoldareyou?\'\'

  ``I\'mtwelve,\'\'answeredMarco。

  TheRattwistedhisfaceenviously。

  ``IwishIwasyoursize!Areyouagentleman\'sson?Youlookasifyouwere。\'\'

  ``I\'maverypoorman\'sson,\'\'wasMarco\'sanswer。``Myfatherisawriter。\'\'

  ``Then,tentoone,he\'sasortofgentleman,\'\'saidTheRat。

  Thenquitesuddenlyhethrewanotherquestionathim。``What\'sthenameoftheotherSamavianparty?\'\'

  ``TheMaranovitch。TheMaranovitchandtheIarovitchhavebeenfightingwitheachotherforfivehundredyears。Firstonedynastyrules,andthentheothergetsinwhenithaskilledsomebodyasitkilledKingMaran,\'\'Marcoansweredwithouthesitation。

  ``Whatwasthenameofthedynastythatruledbeforetheybeganfighting?ThefirstMaranovitchassassinatedthelastofthem,\'\'

  TheRataskedhim。

  ``TheFedorovitch,\'\'saidMarco。``Thelastonewasabadking。\'\'

  ``Hissonwastheonetheyneverfoundagain,\'\'saidTheRat。

  ``TheonetheycalltheLostPrince。\'\'

  Marcowouldhavestartedbutforhislongtraininginexteriorself-control。Itwassostrangetohearhisdream-herospokenofinthisbackalleyinaslum,andjustafterhehadbeenthinkingofhim。

  ``Whatdoyouknowabouthim?\'\'heasked,and,ashedidso,hesawthegroupofvagabondladsdrawnearer。

  ``Notmuch。IonlyreadsomethingabouthiminatornmagazineI

  foundinthestreet,\'\'TheRatanswered。``Themanthatwroteabouthimsaidhewasonlypartofalegend,andhelaughedatpeopleforbelievinginhim。Hesaiditwasabouttimethatheshouldturnupagainifheintendedto。I\'veinventedthingsabouthimbecausethesechapsliketohearmetellthem。They\'reonlystories。\'\'

  ``Welikes\'im,\'\'avoicecalledout,``becos\'ewostherightsort;\'e\'dfight,\'ewould,if\'ewasinSamavianow。\'\'

  Marcorapidlyaskedhimselfhowmuchhemightsay。Hedecidedandspoketothemall。

  ``Heisnotpartofalegend。He\'spartofSamavianhistory,\'\'

  hesaid。``Iknowsomethingabouthimtoo。\'\'

  ``Howdidyoufinditout?\'\'askedTheRat。

  ``Becausemyfather\'sawriter,he\'sobligedtohavebooksandpapers,andheknowsthings。Iliketoread,andIgointothefreelibraries。Youcanalwaysgetbooksandpapersthere。ThenIaskmyfatherquestions。AllthenewspapersarefullofthingsaboutSamaviajustnow。\'\'Marcofeltthatthiswasanexplanationwhichbetrayednothing。ItwastruethatnoonecouldopenanewspaperatthisperiodwithoutseeingnewsandstoriesofSamavia。

  TheRatsawpossiblevistasofinformationopeningupbeforehim。

  ``Sitdownhere,\'\'hesaid,``andtelluswhatyouknowabouthim。Sitdown,youfellows。\'\'

  Therewasnothingtositonbutthebrokenflaggedpavement,butthatwasasmallmatter。Marcohimselfhadsatonflagsorbaregroundoftenenoughbefore,andsohadtherestofthelads。HetookhisplacenearTheRat,andtheothersmadeasemicircleinfrontofthem。Thetwoleadershadjoinedforces,sotospeak,andthefollowersfellintolineat``attention。\'\'

  Thenthenew-comerbegantotalk。Itwasagoodstory,thatoftheLostPrince,andMarcotolditinawaywhichgaveitreality。Howcouldhehelpit?Heknew,astheycouldnot,thatitwasreal。HewhohadporedovermapsoflittleSamaviasincehisseventhyear,whohadstudiedthemwithhisfather,knewitasacountryhecouldhavefoundhiswaytoanypartofifhehadbeendroppedinanyforestoranymountainofit。Hekneweveryhighwayandbyway,andinthecapitalcityofMelzarrcouldalmosthavemadehiswayblindfolded。Heknewthepalacesandtheforts,thechurches,thepoorstreetsandtherichones。Hisfatherhadonceshownhimaplanoftheroyalpalacewhichtheyhadstudiedtogetheruntiltheboykneweachapartmentandcorridorinitbyheart。Butthishedidnotspeakof。Heknewitwasoneofthethingstobesilentabout。Butofthemountainsandtheemeraldvelvetmeadowsclimbingtheirsidesandonlyendingwherehugebarecragsandpeaksbegan,hecouldspeak。Hecouldmakepicturesofthewidefertileplainswhereherdsofwildhorsesfed,orracedandsniffedtheair;hecoulddescribethefertilevalleyswhereclearriversranandflocksofsheeppasturedondeepsweetgrass。Hecouldspeakofthembecausehecouldofferagoodenoughreasonforhisknowledgeofthem。Itwasnottheonlyreasonhehadforhisknowledge,butitwasonewhichwouldservewellenough。

  ``ThattornmagazineyoufoundhadmorethanonearticleaboutSamaviainit,\'\'hesaidtoTheRat。``Thesamemanwrotefour。

  Ireadthemallinafreelibrary。HehadbeentoSamavia,andknewagreatdealaboutit。Hesaiditwasoneofthemostbeautifulcountrieshehadevertraveledin——andthemostfertile。That\'swhattheyallsayofit。\'\'

  Thegroupbeforehimknewnothingoffertilityoropencountry。

  TheyonlyknewLondonbackstreetsandcourts。Mostofthemhadnevertraveledasfarasthepublicparks,andinfactscarcelybelievedintheirexistence。Theywerearoughlot,andastheyhadstaredatMarcoatfirstsightofhim,sotheycontinuedtostareathimashetalked。WhenhetoldofthetallSamavianswhohadbeenlikegiantscenturiesago,andwhohadhuntedthewildhorsesandcapturedandtrainedthemtoobediencebyasortofstrongandgentlemagic,theirmouthsfellopen。Thiswasthesortofthingtoallureanyboy\'simagination。

  ``Blimme,ifIwouldn\'t\'avelikedketchin\'oneo\'them\'orses,\'\'

  brokeinoneoftheaudience,andhisexclamationwasfollowedbyadozenoflikenaturefromtheothers。Whowouldn\'thaveliked``ketchin\'one\'\'?

  Whenhetoldofthedeependless-seemingforests,andoftheherdsmenandshepherdswhoplayedontheirpipesandmadesongsabouthighdeedsandbravery,theygrinnedwithpleasurewithoutknowingtheyweregrinning。Theydidnotreallyknowthatinthisneglected,broken-flaggedinclosure,shutinononesidebysmoke-blackened,poverty-strickenhouses,andontheotherbyadesertedandforgottensunkengraveyard,theyheardtherustleofgreenforestboughswherebirdsnestedclose,theswishofthesummerwindintheriverreeds,andthetinkleandlaughterandrushofbrooksrunning。

  TheyheardmoreorlessofitallthroughtheLostPrincestory,becausePrinceIvorhadlovedlowlandwoodsandmountainforestsandallout-of-doorlife。WhenMarcopicturedhimtallandstrong-limbedandyoung,winningallthepeoplewhenherodesmilingamongthem,theboysgrinnedagainwithunconsciouspleasure。

  ``Wisht\'e\'adn\'tgotlost!\'\'someonecriedout。

  WhentheyheardoftheunrestanddissatisfactionoftheSamavians,theybegantogetrestlessthemselves。WhenMarcoreachedthepartofthestoryinwhichthemobrushedintothepalaceanddemandedtheirprincefromtheking,theyejaculatedscrapsofbadlanguage。``Theoldgeezerhadgothimhiddensomewhereinsomedungeon,orhe\'dkilledhimoutan\'out——that\'swhathe\'dbeenupto!\'\'theyclamored。``Wishtthelotofushadbeentherethen——wishtwe\'ad。We\'d\'avegive\'\'imwotfor,anyway!\'\'

  ``An\'\'imwalkin\'outo\'theplacesoearlyinthemornin\'justsingin\'likethat!\'E\'ad\'imfolleredan\'donefor!\'\'theydecidedwithvariousexclamationsofboyishwrath。Somehow,thefactthatthehandsomeroyalladhadstrolledintothemorningsunshinesingingmadethemmoresavage。Theirlanguagewasextremelybadatthispoint。

  Butifitwasbadhere,itbecameworsewhentheoldshepherdfoundtheyounghuntsman\'shalf-deadbodyintheforest。HeHAD

  ``bin`donefor\'INTHEBACK!\'E\'dbingive\'nocharnst。

  G-r-r-r!\'\'theygroanedinchorus。``Wisht\'\'THEY\'D``bintherewhen\'e\'dbin\'it!\'\'They\'d``\'avedonefursomebody\'\'

  themselves。Itwasastorywhichhadaqueereffectonthem。Itmadethemthinktheysawthings;itfiredtheirblood;itsetthemwantingtofightforidealstheyknewnothingabout——adventurousthings,forinstance,andhighandnobleyoungprinceswhowerefullofthepossibilityofgreatandgooddeeds。

  Sittinguponthebrokenflagstonesofthebitofgroundbehindthedesertedgraveyard,theyweresuddenlydraggedintotheworldofromance,andnobleyoungprincesandgreatandgooddeedsbecameasrealasthesunkengravestones,andfarmoreinteresting。

  Andthenthesmugglingacrossthefrontieroftheunconsciousprinceinthebullockcartloadedwithsheepskins!Theyheldtheirbreaths。Wouldtheoldshepherdgethimpasttheline!

  Marco,whowaslostintherecitalhimself,tolditasifhehadbeenpresent。Hefeltasifhehad,andasthiswasthefirsttimehehadevertoldittothrilledlisteners,hisimaginationgothiminitsgrip,andhisheartjumpedinhisbreastashewassuretheoldman\'smusthavedonewhentheguardstoppedhiscartandaskedhimwhathewascarryingoutofthecountry。Heknewhemusthavehadtocallupallhisstrengthtoforcehisvoiceintosteadiness。

  Andthenthegoodmonks!Hehadtostoptoexplainwhatamonkwas,andwhenhedescribedthesolitudeoftheancientmonastery,anditswalledgardensfullofflowersandoldsimplestobeusedforhealing,andthewisemonkswalkinginthesilenceandthesun,theboysstaredalittlehelplessly,butstillasiftheywerevaguelypleasedbythepicture。

  Andthentherewasnomoretotell——nomore。Thereitbrokeoff,andsomethinglikealowhowlofdismaybrokefromthesemicircle。

  ``Aw!\'\'theyprotested,``it\'adn\'toughttostopthere!Ain\'ttherenomore?Isthatallthereis?\'\'

  ``It\'sallthatwaseverknownreally。Andthatlastpartmightonlybeasortofstorymadeupbysomebody。ButIbelieveitmyself。\'\'

  TheRathadlistenedwithburningeyes。Hehadsatbitinghisfinger-nails,aswasatrickofhiswhenhewasexcitedorangry。

  ``Tellyouwhat!\'\'heexclaimedsuddenly。``Thiswaswhathappened。ItwassomeoftheMaranovitchfellowsthattriedtokillhim。Theymeanttokillhisfatherandmaketheirownmanking,andtheyknewthepeoplewouldn\'tstanditifyoungIvorwasalive。Theyjuststabbedhimintheback,thefiends!I

  daresaytheyheardtheoldshepherdcoming,andlefthimfordeadandran。\'\'

  ``Right,oh!Thatwasit!\'\'theladsagreed。``Yerrightthere,Rat!\'\'

  ``Whenhegotwell,\'\'TheRatwentonfeverishly,stillbitinghisnails,``hecouldn\'tgoback。Hewasonlyaboy。Theotherfellowhadbeencrowned,andhisfollowersfeltstrongbecausethey\'djustconqueredthecountry。Hecouldhavedonenothingwithoutanarmy,andhewastooyoungtoraiseone。Perhapshethoughthe\'dwaittillhewasoldenoughtoknowwhattodo。I

  daresayhewentawayandhadtoworkforhislivingasifhe\'dneverbeenaprinceatall。Thenperhapssometimehemarriedsomebodyandhadason,andtoldhimasasecretwhohewasandallaboutSamavia。\'\'TheRatbegantolookvengeful。``IfI\'dbinhimI\'dhavetoldhimnottoforgetwhattheMaranovitchhaddonetome。I\'dhavetoldhimthatifIcouldn\'tgetbackthethrone,hemustseewhathecoulddowhenhegrewtobeaman。

  AndI\'dhavemadehimswear,ifhegotitback,totakeitoutofthemortheirchildrenortheirchildren\'schildrenintortureandkilling。I\'dhavemadehimswearnottoleaveaMaranovitchalive。AndI\'dhavetoldhimthat,ifhecouldn\'tdoitinhislife,hemustpasstheoathontohissonandhisson\'sson,aslongastherewasaFedorovitchonearth。Wouldn\'tyou?\'\'hedemandedhotlyofMarco。

  Marco\'sbloodwasalsohot,butitwasadifferentkindofblood,andhehadtalkedtoomuchtoaverysaneman。

  ``No,\'\'hesaidslowly。``Whatwouldhavebeentheuse?Itwouldn\'thavedoneSamaviaanygood,anditwouldn\'thavedonehimanygoodtotortureandkillpeople。Betterkeepthemaliveandmakethemdothingsforthecountry。Ifyou\'reapatriot,youthinkofthecountry。\'\'Hewantedtoadd``That\'swhatmyfathersays,\'\'buthedidnot。

  ``Torture\'emfirstandthenattendtothecountry,\'\'snappedTheRat。``Whatwouldyouhavetoldyoursonifyou\'dbeenIvor?\'\'

  ``I\'dhavetoldhimtolearneverythingaboutSamavia——andallthethingskingshavetoknow——andstudythingsaboutlawsandothercountries——andaboutkeepingsilent——andaboutgoverninghimselfasifhewereageneralcommandingsoldiersinbattle——sothathewouldneverdoanythinghedidnotmeantodoorcouldbeashamedofdoingafteritwasover。AndI\'dhaveaskedhimtotellhisson\'ssonstotelltheirsonstolearnthesamethings。

  So,yousee,howeverlongthetimewas,therewouldalwaysbeakinggettingreadyforSamavia——whenSamaviareallywantedhim。

  Andhewouldbearealking。\'\'

  Hestoppedhimselfsuddenlyandlookedatthestaringsemicircle。

  ``Ididn\'tmakethatupmyself,\'\'hesaid。``Ihaveheardamanwhoreadsandknowsthingssayit。IbelievetheLostPrincewouldhavehadthesamethoughts。Ifhehad,andtoldthemtohisson,therehasbeenalineofkingsintrainingforSamaviaforfivehundredyears,andperhapsoneiswalkingaboutthestreetsofVienna,orBudapest,orParis,orLondonnow,andhe\'dbereadyifthepeoplefoundoutabouthimandcalledhim。\'\'

  ``Wishttheywould!\'\'someoneyelled。

  ``Itwouldbeaqueersecrettoknowallthetimewhennooneelseknewit,\'\'TheRatcommunedwithhimselfasitwere,``thatyouwereakingandyououghttobeonathronewearingacrown。

  Iwonderifitwouldmakeachaplookdifferent?\'\'

  Helaughedhissqueakylaugh,andthenturnedinhissuddenwaytoMarco:

  ``Buthe\'dbeafooltogiveupthevengeance。Whatisyourname?\'\'

  ``MarcoLoristan。What\'syours?Itisn\'tTheRatreally。\'\'

  ``It\'sJemRATcliffe。That\'sprettynear。Wheredoyoulive?\'\'

  ``No。7PhilibertPlace。\'\'

  ``Thisclubisasoldiers\'club,\'\'saidTheRat。``It\'scalledtheSquad。I\'mthecaptain。\'Tention,youfellows!Let\'sshowhim。\'\'

  Thesemicirclesprangtoitsfeet。Therewereabouttwelveladsaltogether,and,whentheystoodupright,Marcosawatoncethatforsomereasontheywereaccustomedtoobeyingthewordofcommandwithmilitaryprecision。

  ``Forminline!\'\'orderedTheRat。

  Theydiditatonce,andheldtheirbacksandlegsstraightandtheirheadsupamazinglywell。Eachhadseizedoneofthestickswhichhadbeenstackedtogetherlikeguns。

  TheRathimselfsatupstraightonhisplatform。Therewasactuallysomethingmilitaryinthebearingofhisleanbody。Hisvoicelostitssqueakanditssharpnessbecamecommanding。

  Heputthedozenladsthroughthedrillasifhehadbeenasmartyoungofficer。Andthedrillitselfwaspromptandsmartenoughtohavedonecredittopracticedsoldiersinbarracks。ItmadeMarcoinvoluntarilystandverystraighthimself,andwatchwithsurprisedinterest。

  ``That\'sgood!\'\'heexclaimedwhenitwasatanend。``Howdidyoulearnthat?\'\'

  TheRatmadeasavagegesture。

  ``IfI\'dhadlegstostandon,I\'dhavebeenasoldier!\'\'hesaid。``I\'dhaveenlistedinanyregimentthatwouldtakeme。I

  don\'tcareforanythingelse。\'\'

  Suddenlyhisfacechanged,andheshoutedacommandtohisfollowers。

  ``Turnyourbacks!\'\'heordered。

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