Принц и нищий
Hendon to the rescue
Thenthepoorfellow’sheartsank,tohearthehermitsay—
"Ah,itcamefromwithout—Ithinkfromthecopseyonder.Come,Iwillleadtheway."
TheKingheardthetwopassout,talking;heardtheirfootstepsdiequicklyaway—thenhewasalonewithaboding,brooding,awfulsilence.
Itseemedanagetillheheardthestepsandvoicesapproachingagain—andthistimeheheardanaddedsound,—thetramplingofhoofs,apparently.ThenheheardHendonsay—
"Iwillnotwaitlonger.Icannotwaitlonger.Hehaslosthiswayinthisthickwood.Whichdirectiontookhe?Quick—pointitouttome."
"He—butwait;Iwillgowiththee."
"Good—good!Why,trulythouartbetterthanthylooks.MarryIdonotthinkthere’snotanotherarchangelwithsorightaheartasthine.Wiltride?Wilttaketheweedonkeythat’sformyboy,orwiltthouforkthyholylegsoverthisill-conditionedslaveofamulethatIhaveprovidedformyself?—andhadbeencheatedintoo,hadhecostbuttheindifferentsumofamonth’susuryonabrassfarthinglettoatinkeroutofwork."
"No—ridethymule,andleadthineass;Iamsureronmineownfeet,andwillwalk."
"ThenpritheemindthelittlebeastformewhileItakemylifeinmyhandsandmakewhatsuccessImaytowardmountingthebigone."
