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 twilight3, of portions of many galleries and balconies, wedged full with other people, the other portions of these galleries and balconies being cut off from sight by intervening pillars and architectural projections4. 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 centre of the platform, and is raised above it upon an elevation5 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 monarchs6. Both the throne and its footstool are covered with cloth of gold.
Stillness reigns7, the torches blink dully, the time drags heavily. But at last the lagging daylight asserts itself, the torches are extinguished, and a mellow8 radiance suffuses9 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 drowsy10 monotony occurs; for on the stroke of this hour the first peeress enters the transept, clothed like Solomon for splendour, 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 coroneting of the nobles shall arrive.
By this time the peeresses are flowing in in a glittering stream, and the satin-clad officials are flitting and glinting everywhere, seating them and making them comfortable. The scene is animated11 enough now. There is stir and life, and shifting colour 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 variegated12 colours, and frosted like a Milky13 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-aged14 dames15; and lovely and gracious young matrons; and gentle and beautiful young girls, with beaming eyes and fresh complexions16, who may possibly put on their jewelled coronets awkwardly when the great time comes; for the matter will be new to them, and their excitement will be a sore hindrance17. Still, this may not happen, for the hair of all these ladies has been arranged with a special view to the swift and successful lodging19 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 marvellous spectacle—but now we are about to be astonished in earnest. About nine, the clouds suddenly break away and a shaft20 of sunshine cleaves21 the mellow atmosphere, and drifts slowly along the ranks of ladies; and every rank it touches flames into a dazzling splendour of many-coloured fires, and we tingle22 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 envoy23 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 heel with gems24, 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 artillery25 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 beholding26 for the first time, dukes, earls, and barons27, 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 triumphant28 peal29 of music burst forth30, 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 anthem31 swept the Abbey with its rich waves of sound; and thus heralded32 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 steadily33 deepening woe34 and despondency settled down upon his spirits and upon his remorseful35 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 spacious36 transept; for with one impulse every individual in the great concourse of nobles lifted a coronet and poised37 it over his or her head—and paused in that attitude.
A deep hush38 pervaded39 the Abbey. At this impressive moment, a startling apparition40 intruded41 upon the scene—an apparition observed by none in the absorbed multitude, until it suddenly appeared, moving up the great central aisle42. It was a boy, bareheaded, ill shod, and clothed in coarse plebeian43 garments that were falling to rags. He raised his hand with a solemnity which ill comported44 with his soiled and sorry aspect, and delivered this note of warning—
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 astonishment46 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—
He would have been obeyed, but the mock-King stamped his foot and cried out—
The hands were withheld50; a paralysis51 fell upon the house; no one moved, no one spoke52; 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 mien53; he had never halted from the beginning; and while the tangled54 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—
“Oh, my lord the King, let poor Tom Canty be first to swear fealty55 to thee, and say, ‘Put on thy crown and enter into thine own again!’”
The Lord Protector’s eye fell sternly upon the new-comer’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 favour, 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 crumbling56 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 stranded57 on the throne, and sweeping58 the other out to sea. The Lord Protector communed with himself—shook his head—the thought forced itself upon him, “It is perilous59 to the State and to us all, to entertain so fateful a riddle60 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 ragged61 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 marvelled63 to hear him answer up promptly64, in a confident and untroubled voice, and say—
“There is nought65 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 ante-chamber, you shall find in the wall a brazen66 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 contrive67 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 mendicant68 pick out this peer without hesitancy or apparent fear of mistake, and call him by name with such a placidly69 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 tranquil70 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 obeisance71—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 components72 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 neighbourhood of the new-comer. Tom Canty stood almost alone. Now ensued a brief season of deep suspense73 and waiting—during which even the few faint hearts still remaining near Tom Canty gradually scraped together courage enough to glide74, one by one, over to the majority. So at last Tom Canty, in his royal robes and jewels, stood wholly alone and isolated75 from the world, a conspicuous76 figure, occupying an eloquent77 vacancy78.
Now the Lord St. John was seen returning. As he advanced up the mid-aisle the interest was so intense that the low murmur79 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 pallid80 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 scourge81 him through the town—the paltry82 knave83 is worth no more consideration!”
Officers of the guard sprang forward to obey, but Tom Canty waved them off and said—
“Searched you well?—but it boots not to ask that. It doth seem passing strange. Little things, trifles, slip out of one’s ken62, and one does not think it matter for surprise; but how so bulky a 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 fixed86 upon the new-comer, who stood, with bent87 head and corrugated88 brow, groping in his memory among a thronging89 multitude of valueless recollections for one single little elusive90 fact, which, found, would seat him upon a throne—unfound, would leave him as he was, for good and all—a pauper91 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 despondent92 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—”
“Oh, folly93, oh, 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 hap18 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, vowing94 vengeance95 upon that soldier, and ran towards 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 good God be thanked!” exclaimed the ragged claimant, in a mighty96 excitement. "Go, my good St. John—in an arm-piece of the Milanese armour97 that hangs on the wall, thou’lt find the Seal!”
“Right, my King! right!” cried Tom Canty; “Now the sceptre 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, apprehension98, and consuming excitement. On the floor and on the platform a deafening99 buzz of frantic100 conversation burst forth, and for some time nobody knew anything or heard anything or was interested in anything but what his neighbour was shouting into his ear, or he was shouting into his neighbour’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 centre of the spacious platform, with the great vassals101 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 shreds102 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 confirmation103, else no duke, but a simple earl, shalt thou remain.”
Under this rebuke104, his Grace the Duke of Somerset retired105 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?”
“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?”
“To crack nuts with!”
Poor child, the avalanche108 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 royalty109, this reply disposed of it utterly110.
Meantime the sumptuous111 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 cannon112 thundered the news to the city, and all London seemed to rock with applause.
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