Принц и нищий
To London
Maybehisfather’soldfriendSirHumphreyMarlowwouldhelphim—‘goodoldSirHumphrey,HeadLieutenantofthelateKing’skitchen,orstables,orsomething’—Milescouldnotrememberjustwhatorwhich.Nowthathehadsomethingtoturnhisenergiesto,adistinctlydefinedobjecttoaccomplish,thefogofhumiliationanddepressionwhichhadsettleddownuponhisspiritsliftedandblewaway,andheraisedhisheadandlookedabouthim.Hewassurprisedtoseehowfarhehadcome;thevillagewasawaybehindhim.TheKingwasjoggingalonginhiswake,withhisheadbowed;forhe,too,wasdeepinplansandthinkings.AsorrowfulmisgivingcloudedHendon’snew-borncheerfulness:wouldtheboybewillingtogoagaintoacitywhere,duringallhisbrieflife,hehadneverknownanythingbutill-usageandpinchingwant?Butthequestionmustbeasked;itcouldnotbeavoided;soHendonreinedup,andcalledout—
"Ihadforgottentoinquirewhitherwearebound.Thycommands,myliege!"
"ToLondon!"
Hendonmovedonagain,mightilycontentedwiththeanswer—butastoundedatittoo.
Thewholejourneywasmadewithoutanadventureofimportance.Butitendedwithone
