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THE　YOUNG　KING





＇TO　MARGARET　LADY　BROOKE　…　THE　RANEE　OF　SARAWAK＇





It　was　the　night　before　the　day　fixed　for　his　coronation；　and　the

young　King　was　sitting　alone　in　his　beautiful　chamber。　　His

courtiers　had　all　taken　their　leave　of　him；　bowing　their　heads　to

the　ground；　according　to　the　ceremonious　usage　of　the　day；　and　had

retired　to　the　Great　Hall　of　the　Palace；　to　receive　a　few　last

lessons　from　the　Professor　of　Etiquette；　there　being　some　of　them

who　had　still　quite　natural　manners；　which　in　a　courtier　is；　I　need

hardly　say；　a　very　grave　offence。



The　lad　…　for　he　was　only　a　lad；　being　but　sixteen　years　of　age　…

was　not　sorry　at　their　departure；　and　had　flung　himself　back　with　a

deep　sigh　of　relief　on　the　soft　cushions　of　his　embroidered　couch；

lying　there；　wild…eyed　and　open…mouthed；　like　a　brown　woodland

Faun；　or　some　young　animal　of　the　forest　newly　snared　by　the

hunters。



And；　indeed；　it　was　the　hunters　who　had　found　him；　coming　upon　him

almost　by　chance　as；　bare…limbed　and　pipe　in　hand；　he　was　following

the　flock　of　the　poor　goatherd　who　had　brought　him　up；　and　whose

son　he　had　always　fancied　himself　to　be。　　The　child　of　the　old

King's　only　daughter　by　a　secret　marriage　with　one　much　beneath　her

in　station　…　a　stranger；　some　said；　who；　by　the　wonderful　magic　of

his　lute…playing；　had　made　the　young　Princess　love　him；　while

others　spoke　of　an　artist　from　Rimini；　to　whom　the　Princess　had

shown　much；　perhaps　too　much　honour；　and　who　had　suddenly

disappeared　from　the　city；　leaving　his　work　in　the　Cathedral

unfinished　…　he　had　been；　when　but　a　week　old；　stolen　away　from　his

mother's　side；　as　she　slept；　and　given　into　the　charge　of　a　common

peasant　and　his　wife；　who　were　without　children　of　their　own；　and

lived　in　a　remote　part　of　the　forest；　more　than　a　day's　ride　from

the　town。　　Grief；　or　the　plague；　as　the　court　physician　stated；　or；

as　some　suggested；　a　swift　Italian　poison　administered　in　a　cup　of

spiced　wine；　slew；　within　an　hour　of　her　wakening；　the　white　girl

who　had　given　him　birth；　and　as　the　trusty　messenger　who　bare　the

child　across　his　saddle…bow　stooped　from　his　weary　horse　and

knocked　at　the　rude　door　of　the　goatherd's　hut；　the　body　of　the

Princess　was　being　lowered　into　an　open　grave　that　had　been　dug　in

a　deserted　churchyard；　beyond　the　city　gates；　a　grave　where　it　was

said　that　another　body　was　also　lying；　that　of　a　young　man　of

marvellous　and　foreign　beauty；　whose　hands　were　tied　behind　him

with　a　knotted　cord；　and　whose　breast　was　stabbed　with　many　red

wounds。



Such；　at　least；　was　the　story　that　men　whispered　to　each　other。

Certain　it　was　that　the　old　King；　when　on　his　deathbed；　whether

moved　by　remorse　for　his　great　sin；　or　merely　desiring　that　the

kingdom　should　not　pass　away　from　his　line；　had　had　the　lad　sent

for；　and；　in　the　presence　of　the　Council；　had　acknowledged　him　as

his　heir。



And　it　seems　that　from　the　very　first　moment　of　his　recognition　he

had　shown　signs　of　that　strange　passion　for　beauty　that　was

destined　to　have　so　great　an　influence　over　his　life。　　Those　who

accompanied　him　to　the　suite　of　rooms　set　apart　for　his　service；

often　spoke　of　the　cry　of　pleasure　that　broke　from　his　lips　when　he

saw　the　delicate　raiment　and　rich　jewels　that　had　been　prepared　for

him；　and　of　the　almost　fierce　joy　with　which　he　flung　aside　his

rough　leathern　tunic　and　coarse　sheepskin　cloak。　　He　missed；

indeed；　at　times　the　fine　freedom　of　his　forest　life；　and　was

always　apt　to　chafe　at　the　tedious　Court　ceremonies　that　occupied

so　much　of　each　day；　but　the　wonderful　palace　…　JOYEUSE；　as　they

called　it　…　of　which　he　now　found　himself　lord；　seemed　to　him　to　be

a　new　world　fresh…fashioned　for　his　delight；　and　as　soon　as　he

could　escape　from　the　council…board　or　audience…chamber；　he　would

run　down　the　great　staircase；　with　its　lions　of　gilt　bronze　and　its

steps　of　bright　porphyry；　and　wander　from　room　to　room；　and　from

corridor　to　corridor；　like　one　who　was　seeking　to　find　in　beauty　an

anodyne　from　pain；　a　sort　of　restoration　from　sickness。



Upon　these　journeys　of　discovery；　as　he　would　call　them　…　and；

indeed；　they　were　to　him　real　voyages　through　a　marvellous　land；　he

would　sometimes　be　accompanied　by　the　slim；　fair…haired　Court

pages；　with　their　floating　mantles；　and　gay　fluttering　ribands；　but

more　often　he　would　be　alone；　feeling　through　a　certain　quick

instinct；　which　was　almost　a　divination；　that　the　secrets　of　art

are　best　learned　in　secret；　and　that　Beauty；　like　Wisdom；　loves　the

lonely　worshipper。





Many　curious　stories　were　related　about　him　at　this　period。　　It　was

said　that　a　stout　Burgo…master；　who　had　come　to　deliver　a　florid

oratorical　address　on　behalf　of　the　citizens　of　the　town；　had

caught　sight　of　him　kneeling　in　real　adoration　before　a　great

picture　that　had　just　been　brought　from　Venice；　and　that　seemed　to

herald　the　worship　of　some　new　gods。　　On　another　occasion　he　had

been　missed　for　several　hours；　and　after　a　lengthened　search　had

been　discovered　in　a　little　chamber　in　one　of　the　northern　turrets

of　the　palace　gazing；　as　one　in　a　trance；　at　a　Greek　gem　carved

with　the　figure　of　Adonis。　　He　had　been　seen；　so　the　tale　ran；

pressing　his　warm　lips　to　the　marble　brow　of　an　antique　statue　that

had　been　discovered　in　the　bed　of　the　river　on　the　occasion　of　the

building　of　the　stone　bridge；　and　was　inscribed　with　the　name　of

the　Bithynian　slave　of　Hadrian。　　He　had　passed　a　whole　night　in

noting　the　effect　of　the　moonlight　on　a　silver　image　of　Endymion。



All　rare　and　costly　materials　had　certainly　a　great　fascination　for

him；　and　in　his　eagerness　to　procure　them　he　had　sent　away　many

merchants；　some　to　traffic　for　amber　with　the　rough　fisher…folk　of

the　north　seas；　some　to　Egypt　to　look　for　that　curious　green

turquoise　which　is　found　only　in　the　tombs　of　kings；　and　is　said　to

possess　magical　properties；　some　to　Persia　for　silken　carpets　and

painted　pottery；　and　others　to　India　to　buy　gauze　and　stained

ivory；　moonstones　and　bracelets　of　jade；　sandal…wood　and　blue

enamel　and　shawls　of　fine　wool。



But　what　had　occupied　him　most　was　the　robe　he　was　to　wear　at　his

coronation；　the　robe　of　tissued　gold；　and　the　ruby…studded　crown；

and　the　sceptre　with　its　rows　and　rings　of　pearls。　　Indeed；　it　was

of　this　that　he　was　thinking　to…night；　as　he　lay　back　on　his

luxurious　couch；　watching　the　great　pinewood　log　that　was　burning

itself　out　on　the　open　hearth。　　The　designs；　which　were　from　the

hands　of　the　most　famous　artists　of　the　time；　had　been　submitted　to

him　many　months　before；　and　he　had　given　orders　that　the　artificers

were　to　toil　night　and　day　to　carry　them　out；　and　that　the　whole

world　was　to　be　searched　for　jewels　that　would　be　worthy　of　their

work。　　He　saw　himself　in　fancy　standing　at　the　high　altar　of　the

cathedral　in　the　fair　raiment　of　a　King；　and　a　smile　played　and

lingered　about　his　boyish　lips；　and　lit　up　with　a　bright　lustre　his

dark　woodland　eyes。



After　some　time　he　rose　from　his　seat；　and　leaning　against　the

carved　penthouse　of　the　chimney；　looked　round　at　the　dimly…lit

room。　　The　walls　were　hung　with　rich　tapestries　representing　the

Triumph　of　Beauty。　　A　large　press；　inlaid　with　agate　and　lapis…

lazuli；　filled　one　corner；　and　facing　the　window　stood　a　curiously

wrought　cabinet　with　lacquer　panels　of　powdered　and　mosaiced　gold；

on　which　were　placed　some　delicate　goblets　of　Venetian　glass；　and　a

cup　of　dark…veined　onyx。　　Pale　poppies　were　broidered　on　the　silk

coverlet　of　the　bed；　as　though　they　had　fallen　from　the　tired　hands

of　sleep；　and　tall　reeds　of　fluted　ivory　bare　up　the　velvet　canopy；

from　which　great　tufts　of　ostrich　plumes　sprang；　like　white　foam；

to　the　pallid　silver　of　the　fretted　ceiling。　　A　laughing　Narcissus

in　green　bronze　held　a　polished　mirror　above　its　head。　　On　the

table　stood　a　flat　bowl　of　amethyst。



Outside　he　could　see　the　huge　dome　of　the　cathedral；　looming　like　a

bubble　over　the　shadowy　houses；　and　the　weary　sentinels　pacing　up

and　down　on　the　misty　terrace　by　the　river。　　Far　away；　in　an

orchard；　a　nightingale　was　singing。　　A　faint　perfume　of　jasmine

came　through　the　open　window。　　He　brushed　his　brown　curls　back　from

his　forehead；　and　taking　up　a　lute；　let　his　fingers　stray　across

the　cords。　　His　heavy　eyelids　drooped；　and　a　strange　languor　came

over　him。　　Never　before　had　he　felt　so　keenly；　or　with　such

exquisite　joy；　the　magic　and　the　mystery　of　beautiful　things。



When　midnight　sounded　from　the　clock…tower　he　touched　a　bell；　and

his　pages　entered　and　disrobed　him　with　much　ceremony；　pouring

rose…water　over　his　hands；　and　strewing　flowers　on　his　pillow。　　A

few　moments　after　that　they　had　left　the　room；　he　fell　asleep。





And　as　he　slept　he　dreamed　a　dream；　and　this　was　his　dream。



He　thought　that　he　was　standing　in　a　long；　low　attic；　amidst　the

whir　and　clatter　of　many　looms。　　The　meagre　daylight　peered　in

through　the　grated　windows；　and　showed　him　the　gaunt　figures　of　the

weavers　bending　over　their　cases。　　Pale；　sickly…looking　children

were　crouched　on　the　huge　crossbeams。　　As　the　shuttles　dashed

through　the　warp　they　lifted　up　the　heavy　battens；　and　when　the

shuttles　stopped　they　let　the　battens　fall　and　pressed　the　threads

together。　　Their　faces　were　pinched　with　famine；　and　their　thin

hands　shook　and　trembled。　　Some　haggard　women　were　seated　at　a

table　sewing。　　A　horrible　odour　filled　the　place。　　The　air　was　foul

and　heavy；　and　the　walls　dripped　and　streamed　with　damp。



The　young　King　went　over　to　one　of　the　weavers；　and　stood　by　him

and　watched　him。



And　the　weaver　looked　at　him　angrily；　and　said；　'Why　art　thou

watching　me？　　Art　thou　a　spy　set　on　us　by　our　master？'



'Who　is　thy　master？'　asked　the　young　King。



'Our　master！'　cried　the　weaver；　bitterly。　　'He　is　a　man　like

myself。　　Indeed；　there　is　but　this　difference　between　us　…　that　he

wear