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"You and I, little brothers"--so might we loosely interpret the
meditations of his heart--"you and I are much of a muchness, and can
sing our 'Te Deum' or our 'Nunc Dimittis' in almost the same words. We
are both of a carefully selected breed and of a diminished usefulness.
But because of our high position we are fed and housed not merely in
comfort but in luxury; and wherever we go crowds stand to gape at us and
applaud when we nod our heads at them. We live always in the purlieus of
palaces, and never have we known what it is to throw up our heels in a
green pasture, nor in our old age are we turned out comfortably to
grass--only to Nebuchadnezzar by accident came that thing, and he did
not appreciate it as he should have done. Never shall we go into battle
to prove that we are worth our salt, and to say 'Ha, Ha' to the fighting
and the captains; nor is it allowed to us to devour the ground with our
speed: whenever we attempt such a thing it is cut from under us. Little
brothers, it is before all things necessary that we should behave; for
being once harnessed to the royal coach, if any one of us struck work or
threw out our heels we should upset many apple-carts and the machinery
of the State would be dislocated. Let us thank God, therefore, that long
habit and training have made us docile, and that our backs are strong
enough to bear the load that is put upon them, and that if one of us
goes another immediately fills his place so that he is not missed."

In a vague, unformulated way this was the homily which arose from his
meditations; and if he thought at all specially of himself and present
circumstances, it was merely as an insignificant exception which proved
the general rule.

As he strolled back again he stopped at the door and spoke to the man in
charge.

"They all seem very fit, Jacobs," said he. "They do you credit, I must
say."

"Fit they are, your Majesty!" said the man, beaming with satisfied
pride; "and so they ought to be, considering the trouble we've took with
'em. We've been polishing them like old pewter for days. Ah! they know
what's coming; and you can see 'em just longing for it."

"Oh, they like it, do they?"

"Believe me, your Majesty, they couldn't live without it. It's in the
blood--been in 'em from father to son. Why, if we didn't take 'em out to
help us open and shut Parliament and things of that sort, they'd think
we was mad."

This was a new point of view; the King listened to it with respectful
interest, and then a fresh thought occurred to him.

"Jacobs," he said, "did one of them ever refuse to go?--on a public
occasion, I mean."

"Well, yes, your Majesty, it did once happen; before my time, though.
One of 'em--ah, it was at a funeral, too--he stuck his heels into the
ground and couldn't be got to start, not for love or money."

"Which did they offer him?"

"Ask pardon, your Majesty?--Oh, just my manner of speaking, that was.
Wouldn't go except on his own terms."

"And what were they?"

"Well, your Majesty, he was a clever one, you see, he was; they aren't
generally. But he, he'd got a taste for his own set of harness--knew it
by the smell, I suppose, and when they come to put it on him a bit of it
broke, and he wouldn't wear anything else. That's how it all come
about."

"They tried, I suppose?"

"Oh, they got it on him; and they got him out, before all the crowd,
with the guns going and the handkerchiefs a-waving--Ah, no; but that was
a funeral though--there weren't no handkerchiefs that day. Well, there
he was; and when he felt they was all looking at him, and the
perishables kept waiting behind----"

"The perishables?"

"The corpse, sir;--then he wouldn't move."

"Very embarrassing, I must say."

"You see, your Majesty, they couldn't beat him in public--not as he
deserved; 'twouldn't have been respectful to what was there. They had to
do that afterwards. But, believe me, he stopped the whole show for
twenty minutes and more; and they never used _him_ again."

"What became of him?"

"Oh, he was just kept, in case; but he weren't never used--he was
reckoned too risky after that. Oh, and he felt it too; I haven't a doubt
but he did. They don't like only to be one of the extras, they don't."

"What does that mean?"

"Why, you see, sir, there's always four extras here, in case of
accident; and believe me, your Majesty, when the four extras to-morrow
find 'emselves left out they'll squeal for hours, and it won't be safe
to go near 'em, not for days. Blood's a wonderful thing, sir, wonderful!
And they know, just as well as you or me."

"And what becomes of them when they grow old?"

"Well, sir, they make saddle-cloths of 'em for the band of the
forty-ninth Hussars. Your Majesty may have reckonized 'em; most people
think it's giraffe skin, but it's really our old ponies."

"So they come in useful even at the last?"

"Oh, yes, sir, they ends well, one can't deny that; and they have to be
in pretty good condition too. So they aren't none of 'em what you might
call really old."

"Very interesting," said the King. "What a great deal there is in the
world that one doesn't know till one comes to inquire."

"About horses? Your Majesty's right there!" said the man; and his tone
spoke volumes of the things which would never be written, but which
those who had the care of horses knew.

As the King moved away from that brief colloquy, one phrase in
particular stuck in his mind. "He was reckoned too risky after that."
Was that, he wondered, what the Prime Minister was thinking about him
now; had he, indeed, proved himself too risky for future use? If so
there would be no yielding at the eleventh hour; and perhaps it was as
well that to-morrow would see him harnessed to the royal coach for the
last time.

CHAPTER XV

A DEED WITHOUT A NAME

I

The King and Queen sat in their state coach responding with low bows to
the plaudits of the crowd. Their velvets and ermines lay heavy upon
them, for although it was now November, the day was close and warm, and
there seemed to be thunder in the air.

The King, in this his Jubilee year, had resumed wearing his crown on
great State occasions, for he found that the people liked it. He had
worn it at the Foot-washing; and every one then admitted that it gave
the true symbolic touch to the whole ceremony. And now for the last
time he was wearing it again.

Artistically he was right; a cocked hat, of nineteenth-century pattern,
does not accord well with robes in the style of the sixteenth. In some
countries that mistake is made by royalty out of compliment to the army;
but if on these State occasions sartorial compliments are to be paid
irrespective of the general effect, then surely your monarch should wear
a wig as representative of the law, lawn-sleeves in honor of the Church,
and divide the rest of his person impartially between the army, the
navy, and the doctors. Thus all the great professions would receive
their due recognition, and we should presently find so symbolical a
combination just as harmonious and dignified, and as pregnant with
meaning, as we do the heraldic quarterings by which the mixed blood of
ancestry is so proudly displayed. We can get accustomed to anything if
there is a good reason for it; but when we cease to be reasonable,
beauty should be our only guide. In this case reason as well as beauty
had induced King John of Jingalo to reject the cocked hat and to resume
the crown.

The royal coach had already borne its occupants along two miles of the
route; and continued exercise was making them warm.

"Good Heavens!" exclaimed the King, "it's very stuffy in here; I feel as
if I were in a furnace. Why did you ask to have the windows closed, my
dear?"

"It makes one feel so much safer," said the Queen, keeping her
stereotyped smile, and sweeping a bow as she spoke.

"Safer from what?" Here his Majesty responded to a fresh burst of
cheers.

"Accidents," replied his consort; "one never knows."

"Glass, my dear, does not protect one from the accidents of Kings. Glass
can't stop bullets, you know."

"I didn't mean that sort of accident; and I wish you wouldn't talk
about them just now."

"You always take out an umbrella when you don't want it to rain; and if
one talks about accidents then they don't happen. At least that has
always been my experience. What sort of accident do you mean?"

"Dust, and microbes, and infection, and all that sort of thing. There
must be a lot of it about in so large a crowd; I wonder how many people
with measles."

"What an idea!" exclaimed the King: "people with measles don't come out
to see shows."

"Oh, yes, they do,--nursemaids especially. They all catch it from each
other in the public parks; at least so I've been told. And whenever I
see a perambulator now, I think of it."

"There are no perambulators here to-day," said the King, "so you needn't
think about measles. Smallpox if you like; though it strikes me that all
I have yet seen are remarkably healthy specimens--considering how many
of them there are." And he bowed to the healthy specimens as he spoke.

"Very enthusiastic," murmured the Queen appreciatively.

"Yes; I wonder if presently they will be as enthusiastic about Max."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I was only thinking ahead, in quite a general sort of way.
We seem lately to have become quite popular."

"I think we have always been."

"Yes, you have, my dear; about myself I was not so sure. Well, it's very
gratifying to come upon it just now."

His Majesty felt a little guilty, for he had not yet told the Queen of
what lay ahead; it was so much better that she should not know
beforehand what she would never be able to understand.

Then for a while they relapsed into silence, each attending to what
Charlotte would have described as their "business"--a carefully
regulated succession of bows accompanied by a smile which never quite
left off.

Presently the King spoke again. "By the way, where has Charlotte gone
to?"

"Well, I hardly know," said the Queen. "She wrote to me from her first
address--that college place; but said she was going on elsewhere, and I
thought you settled that we were to leave her alone."

"I think she ought to have waited till to-morrow. As Max is away, she at
least should have been here."

"So I told her; but she said she had a very particular engagement which
she must keep; and I could see that, relying upon your promise, she
meant to have her own way, so I said nothing."

"I hope they are going to like each other," said the King, his thoughts
carrying on to the meeting which was now near.

"She and the Prince? Oh, yes, I think there's no doubt about it.
Strange, wasn't it, that her running away actually pleased him?"

"I suppose it was so very unusual. We don't as a rule get people to run
away from us. It's generally all the other way. Look at this crowd! I
wonder how the police manage to keep them back."

Smiling and bowing, the Queen replied: "They are so well behaved; and
see, how patient. Many, I daresay, have been here for hours. Doesn't
that show loyalty?"

"It isn't all loyalty, my dear; they like the whole spectacle, the
troops, the coach, the piebald ponies. Last night I went to look at
them; four of them have been left out."

"What a strange thing to do."

"But some have to be."

"No; going to see them, I mean."

"Well, I don't know; they play a very important part in the proceedings,
and in a way they are heroes, for wherever they go with us they share
our danger. I heard quite a lot of interesting things about them."

At this moment they were approaching a part of the route which separated
them for a while from the popular plaudits. In the forefront was a deep
archway, and beyond it was a brief stretch of road shut in by hoardings
and dominated by high masts of scaffolding, behind which new Government
buildings were in process of erection. Across each front to left and
right a few strings of bunting fluttered to give festive relief; for
here there were no stands filled with spectators, no pavements lined
with shouting crowds; and behind the palisades work had been knocked off
for the day. The cry of the populace lulled down to a mere murmur, and
the trampling of the hoofs echoed strangely as they passed under the
vaulted arch and along the walled-in track with its huge baulks of
timber on both sides supporting the growth of stone walls.

Ahead stood a wide gateway opening by a sharp turn into Regency Row,
whose broad thoroughfare of cream-tinted facades, now bright with flags,
formed an ideal rallying-ground for the sightseeing multitude.

"Now there," said the King, pointing ahead to a high triangular building
facing the gates through which they were about to emerge, "there is the
place that I always think a bomb might be thrown from with much
certainty and effect, plump into the middle of us, just as we are
turning the corner."

"I do wish you would leave off talking about such things," said the
Queen reproachfully, "or wait till we are safe home again. How can I
keep on smiling, if you go putting bombs into my head?"

"I was only saying, my dear----"

Suddenly, from behind, an amazing detonation seemed to strike at the
smalls of their backs, throwing them half out of their seats. The glass
slide upon the Queen's side of the coach ran down with a crash, and one
of the large gilt baubles from its roof toppled and fell into the road.
At the same instant a great blast and swirl of smoke blew by, shutting
for a moment the outer world from view. Then loud cries, hullabalooings,
shoutings--a scramble and clatter of hoofs as though three or four
horses had gone down and were up again--a capering flash of pink silk
calves--as the six footmen exploded upon from the rear sought safety in
front where the eight piebald ponies were all standing on end with men
hanging on to their noses. And then further disorder of a less violent
kind, runnings to and fro, and from the crowd waiting ahead a vast and
tumultuous cry rather jovial in its sound.

The King had risen from his seat, and trying to look out and see what
was going on behind had put his head through the glass, his crown acting
as a safe and effective battering ram.

"I do believe there has been an attempt," he said, drawing his head in
again. "That certainly sounded like a bomb; not that I have had much
experience of such things."

Then he did what he should have done at first, and let down the glass.

"I am going to faint," sighed the Queen, sinking back in her seat.

"Nonsense!" said the King sharply. "Pull yourself together, Alicia! You
are not hurt."

"I think I am," she said. But the sharp tone acted as a tonic, and she
settled herself comfortably in her corner and began quietly to cry.

There was still plenty of confusion going on. The piebald ponies had
been brought to a standstill, and some of them were now showing temper.
A voluble and excited crowd was trying to break through the police lines
and grasp the whole situation at a run. Troops were coming to the
rescue; horsemen from the rear dashed by. Then a staff officer galloped
up to the coach window, and reining a jiggetty steed saluted with
agitated air and a rather white face.

"The danger is over, your Majesty," he gasped, a little out of breath,
"only a few horses are down; no one is killed."

The King nodded acceptance of the news; and as he did so noticed a tiny
fleck of blood upon the officer's cheek--no more than if he had cut
himself in shaving. It seemed to give the correct measure of the
catastrophe, and to assure him more than words could have done that the
damage was really small.

Except for that one moment when he had impulsively put his head through
glass, the King had kept his wits and remained calm; and now his royal
instinct told him the right thing to be done.

"If you want to manage that crowd," he said, "we had much better drive
on. Until we do they may think that anything has happened. Tell them to
start, and not to drive fast."

The officer went forward bearing the royal order.

"Alicia," said the King, "there really is nothing to cry about; the most
important thing is to show the people that we are not hurt. Pull
yourself together, my dear. There! now we are starting again. And if you
think you can manage it, stand right up at your window and I will stand
at mine; then nobody can have any doubt at all."

He removed some shattered glass from her lap as he spoke, and gave an
encouraging squeeze to her hand; and as the coach moved forward they
stood up and confidently presented themselves to the public gaze.

Sure enough that sight had a magical effect equal to the controlling
force of a thousand police. The crowd recovered its wits and allowed
itself to be shoved back into place. Out through the gates sallied the
piebald ponies; and from end to end all Regency Row broke into a roar.
Ahead went the troops and the police, pressing back the once more
amenable crowd; men and women were weeping, moist handkerchiefs were
ecstatically waved, quite new and reputable hats were thrown up into
air, and allowed to fall unreclaimed and unregarded. And truly it was a
sight well calculated to stir the blood, for there, emerging unhurt from
dust and smoke, from rumor and sound of terror, came the monarch and his
Queen standing upon their feet and bowing undaunted to a furore of
cries.

Through all that vast multitude word of the outrage had sped, like a
black raven flapping its wings, charged ominously with tidings of death;
and as confusion had spread wide nothing more could be heard, till once
more a resumption of the processional movement was seen. Then came
white-faced footmen quaking at the knees; after them eight piebald
ponies rather badly behaved and requiring a good deal of holding in; and
then Royalty, itself smiling and quite unharmed. And straightway the
ordinary loyalty of a sightseeing Jingalese crowd was merged in a
passionate and tumultuous cry of jubilant humanity; and the royal
procession became a triumphal progress.

II

The Queen was still crying a little when they reached their
destination; but she was very happy all the same, for she felt that
between them they had risen to the occasion and had passed exceedingly
well through an ordeal that falls only to few.

And now at the House of Legislature itself a strangely informal
reception awaited them. Word of what had happened had gone in to the two
Chambers, and human nature proving too strong, rules and regulations of
ceremony had been dispensed with, and out had streamed judges, prelates,
and laity in full force, to attend upon their own front door-step the
belated arrival of their mercifully preserved Sovereign and his Queen.

And when they did arrive, the whole House of Laity there assembled broke
into cheers; and not to be behindhand in demonstrations of loyalty, the
Judges and the Bishops cheered too--a thing that none of them had done
individually for years; and in their official and corporate capacity,
judicial and ecclesiastical, never in their lives before.

Then as spokesmen for their respective parties, for Ministerialists and
for Opposition, came the Prime Minister and the Archbishop, giving voice
to the thankfulness that was felt by all.

The Archbishop performed his part the better of the two; for between him
and his sovereign there were no strained relations; he was also on
closer terms of reference to the Powers above; and so, while giving
earthly circumstances their due, he rendered grateful thanks to a
Beneficence which had guided and directed all. The Prime Minister did
not.

The King, in recalling afterwards the happy impromptus of that scene
when Prelates and Laity were vying with each other in the expression of
their relief, remembered how once or twice the Prime Minister had halted
and gone back to the repetition of a former phrase, like one who having
learned a lesson had momentarily lost the hang of it.

The circumstance did not greatly impress him at the time, he was ready
to make allowances, for between him and his minister the situation was
somewhat embarrassing. They had parted with unreconciled views, and by
no stretch of terms could their relationship any longer be regarded as
friendly. All the same, on such an occasion it was incumbent upon the
Prime Minister to say the correct thing, and he had said it: he had
described the outrage as "a dastardly attempt," and the immunity of his
sovereign as "a happy and almost miraculous escape" for which none had
more reason to be thankful than himself and his colleagues; he had also
said that the passionate attachment of the people of Jingalo to the
person of their ruler had now been made abundantly evident, and he
trusted might ever so continue.

Later in the day, when the short ceremony of Parliament's closing was
over (for it was impossible under the circumstances to return to stiff
formality, no one being in the mood for it), later in the day, he again
presented himself, and besought a private audience. And then--while once
more repeating what he had said previously, almost in the same
words,--he showed that he had something very serious of which to deliver
himself.

He began with a great parade of leaving the matter to the King's
decision only; his duty was merely to state the case as it would strike
the world.

"We are in your Majesty's hands," he said, "and I have no wish to revive
a discussion in which your Majesty has by right the last word. I have
only to ask whether the circumstances of the last few hours have in any
way affected your Majesty's decision."

As usual this formal insistence upon his "majesty" aroused the King's
distrust; with his ministers in privacy he always disliked it. But all
he said was: "Why should it?"

The Prime Minister pursed his lips and elaborately paused, as though
finding it difficult to express himself. Then he said--

"After an attempted assassination so nearly successful, abdication would
have a different effect to what your Majesty presumably intended."

"How?" inquired the King. But though he asked he already knew; and
mentally his jaw dropped, as a new apparition of failure rose up and
confronted him.

"It might seem to reflect upon your Majesty's personal courage: about
which, I need hardly say, I myself have no doubt whatever."

"I see," said the King. His voice sounded the depression which had again
begun to overwhelm him.

"I have no wish to press your Majesty," the Premier went on; "but at the
present moment we are still under orders that to-morrow the definite and
irrevocable announcement is to be made public."

Again he paused; and the King did not answer him.

"I wish to ask, therefore, whether it is your Majesty's wish that the
announcement of the abdication shall be postponed?"

"Yes," said the King, and his words came slow, "I suppose that it must
be--as you say--postponed."

"Does your Majesty wish to suggest any later date?"

The King thought for a while before answering.

"Is there any reason that I should?" But though he thus spoke to
temporize over the position in which he now found himself, he knew that
his opportunity was gone never to recur.

"Merely for our own guidance," explained the Prime Minister. "There is
to be a special Cabinet meeting to-night."

"What are you going to discuss?"

"Should your Majesty remain, it will be our duty to present an address
of loyal congratulation immediately on the reassembling of Parliament;
and that, under the new circumstances, must take place almost at once.
In any event some address will, of course, have to be moved; but if what
has happened to-day is followed by an abdication, then regrets and deep
gratitude for all the gracious benefits of the past would have to be
added, and the whole form of it most carefully weighed and considered. I
may say, therefore, that we are even now awaiting your Majesty's
instructions."

"And you can do nothing till I decide?"

"Nothing practical, sir."

Their eyes met with a lurking watchfulness; and it was not difficult for
each to read something of the other's thought. The King knew that behind
all that aspect of deference and humility lay a sense of triumph,
almost malignant in its intensity. He knew that circumstances had beaten
him; and that the bomb of some wretched assassin had made his abdication
impossible. The Prime Minister had said that he had no wish to press
him; but what a pretense and hypocrisy that was, when that very night
the Cabinet would have to meet and register its decision in one of two
alternative forms totally distinct. Yes; the Ministry had him now in a
cleft stick; and no pressure was to be put upon him only because there
was no possibility for his decision to be delayed.

Defeat, following upon the terrific events of the day, filled his brain
with weariness. At the moment when he had hoped to be free of his
persecutors he had come once again to a blank wall. Further progress was
barred, further thinking had become useless, events must take their
course; once more he felt himself the sport of fate--a mere chip
floating with the stream.

"Very well, Mr. Prime Minister," he said with resignation, "the
Abdication is withdrawn."

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