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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 was already more wonted to his strange garret,
after four days' habit, 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 while Tom is being made ready for the
imposing occasion. It is a spacious 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 center of the room, upon a
raised 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 both kneeled
three times with the utmost veneration, he spreads upon the table, and
after kneeling again they both retire; then come two others, one
with the rod again, the other with a salt-cellar, a plate, and
bread; 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, one bearing a tasting-knife, who, after prostrating
themselves in the most graceful manner, approach and rub the table
with bread and salt, with as much awe as if the king had been
present.'*(14)
So end the solemn preliminaries. Now, far down the echoing
corridors we hear a bugle-blast, and the indistinct 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
richly dressed and bareheaded; next comes the Chancellor, between two,
one of which carries the royal scepter, the other the Sword of State
in a red scabbard, studded with golden fleurs-de-lis, the point
upwards; next comes the King himself- 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, 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, and acknowledged his greeting with a slight
inclination of his plumed head, and a courteous 'I thank ye, my good
people.'
He seated himself at table without removing his cap; 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 upon common 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.
Now, to the sound of gay music, the Yeomen of the Guard entered-
'the tallest and mightiest men in England, they being selected in this
regard'- but we will let the chronicler tell about it:
'The Yeomen of the Guard entered bareheaded, 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 had
been a deadly explosive and was expected to blow him up and scatter
him all over 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- flawless and precious triumph.
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, 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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