Great vassals of the kingdom kneeling around him

Then all rose, and Tom Canty cried out:

'Now, O my king, take these regal garments back, and give poor Tom, thy

servant, his shreds and remnants again.'

The Lord Protector spoke up:

'Let the small varlet be stripped and flung into the Tower.'

But the new king, the true king, said:

'I will not have it so. But for him I had not got my crown again — none shall

Lay a hand upon him to harm him. And as for thee, my good uncle, my Lord

Protector, this conduct of thine is not grateful toward this poor lad, for I hear

he hath made thee a duke' — the Protector blushed — 'yet he was not a king;

wherefore, what is thy fine title worth now? To-morrow you shall sue to me,

through him, for its confirmation, else no duke, but a simple earl, shalt thou

remain.'

Under this rebuke, his grace the Duke of Somerset retired a little from the

front for the moment. The king turned to Tom, and said, kindly:

'My poor boy, how was it that you could remember where I hid the Seal when

I could not remember it myself?'

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'Ah, my king, that was easy, since I used it divers days.'

'Used it — yet could not explain where it was?'

'I did not know it was that they wanted. They did not describe it, your

majesty.'

'Then how used you it?'

The red blood began to steal up into Tom's cheeks, and he dropped his eyes