The dinner hour drew near—yet strangely enough, the thought brought but slight discomfort to Tom, and hardly any terror. The morning’s experiences had wonderfully built up his confidence; the poor little ash-catⒶemendation was already more wonted to his strange garret, after four days’ habit,Ⓐalteration in the MS than a mature person could have become in a full month. A child’s facility in accommodating itself to circumstances was never more strikingly illustrated.
Let us privileged ones hurry to the great banqueting room and have a glance at matters there whilst Tom is being made ready for the imposingⒶalteration in the MS occasion. It is a spaciousⒶalteration in the MS apartment, with gilded pillars and pilasters, and pictured walls and ceilings. At the door stand tall guards, as rigid as statues, dressed in rich and picturesque costumes, and bearing halberds. In a high gallery which runs all around the place is a band of musicians and a packed company of citizens of both sexes, in brilliant attire. In the centre of the room, upon a raisedⒶalteration in the MS platform, is Tom’s table. Now let the ancient chronicler speak:
“A gentleman enters the room bearing a rod, and along with him another bearing a table-cloth, which, after they haveⒶalteration in the MS both kneeled three times with the utmost veneration, he spreadsⒶalteration in the MS upon the table, and after kneeling again they both retireⒶalteration in the MS; then come two others, one with the rod again, the other with a salt-cellar, a plate, and bread; [begin page 182] when they have kneeled as the others had done, and placed what was brought upon the table, they too retire with the same ceremonies performed by the first; at last come two nobles, richly clothedⒶalteration in the MS, one bearing a tasting-knife, who, after prostrating themselves three times
So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing corridors we hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinctⒶalteration in the MS cry, “Place for the king! way for the king’s most excellent majesty!” These sounds are momently repeated—they grow nearer and nearer—and presently, almost in our faces, the martial note peals and the cry rings out, “Way for the king!” At this instant the shining pageant appears, and files in at the door, with a measured march. Let the chronicler speak again:
“First come Gentlemen, Barons, Earls, Knights of the Garter, all
*Leigh Hunt’s “The Town,” p. 408, quotation from an early tourist.Ⓐalteration in the MS Ⓔexplanatory note [begin page 183] richly dressed and bare-headed; next comes the Chancellor,Ⓐalteration in the MS between two, one of which carries the royal sceptre, the other the Sword of State in a red scabbard, studded with golden fleurs-de-lis, the point upwards; next comes the king himselfⒶalteration in the MS—whom, upon his appearing, twelve trumpets and many drums salute with a great burst of welcome, whilst all in the galleries rise in their places, crying ‘God save the king!’ After him come nobles attached to his person, and on his right and left march his guard of honor, his fifty Gentlemen Pensioners, with gilt battle-axes.”
This was all fine and pleasant. Tom’s pulse beat high and a glad light was in his eye. He bore himself right gracefully, and all the more so because he was not thinking of how he was doing it, his mind being charmed and occupied with the blithe sights and sounds about him—and besidesⒶalteration in the MS, nobody can be very ungraceful in nicely-fitting beautiful clothes after he has grown a little used to them— especially if he is for the moment unconscious of them. Tom remembered his instructions, [begin page 184] and acknowledged his greeting with a slight inclination of his plumed head, and a courteous “I thank ye, my good people.”
HeⒶalteration in the MS seated himself at table, without removingⒶalteration in the MS his cap;Ⓐalteration in the MS and did it without the least embarrassment; for to eat with one’s cap on was the one solitary royal custom upon which the kings and the Cantys met asⒶhistorical collation upon commonⒶalteration in the MS ground, neither party having any advantage over the other in the matter of old familiarity with it. The pageant broke up and grouped itself picturesquely, and remained bareheadedⒶemendation.
Now, to the sound of gay music, the Yeomen of the Guard entered,Ⓐalteration in the MS—”the tallest and mightiest men in England, they being carefully selected in this regard”—but we will let the chronicler tell about it:
“The YeomenⒶhistorical collation of the Guard entered, bare-headed, clothed in scarlet, with golden roses upon their backs; and these went and came, bringing in each turn a course of dishes, served in plate. These dishes were received by a gentleman in the same order they were brought, and placed upon the table, while the taster gave to each guard a mouthful to eat of the particular dish he had brought, for fear of any poison.”
Tom made a good dinner, notwithstanding he was conscious that hundreds of eyes followed each morsel to his mouth and watched him eat it with an interest which could not have been more intense if it [begin page 185] had been a deadly explosive and was expected to blow him up and scatter him all about the place. He was careful not to hurry, and equally careful not to do anything whatever for himself, but wait till the proper official knelt down and did it for him. He got through without a mistake—aⒶhistorical collation flawlessⒶalteration in the MS Ⓐtextual note and precious triumph.Ⓐalteration in the MS
When the meal was over at last and he marched away in the midst of his bright pageant, with the happy noises in his ears of blaring bugles, rolling drums and thundering acclamations, he felt that if he had seen the worst of dining in publicⒶalteration in the MS, it was an ordeal which he would be glad to endure several times a day if by that means he could but buy himself free from some of the more formidable requirements of his royal office.
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