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And trembling. The king took the frightened face between his hands, and
Gazed earnestly and lovingly into it awhile, as if seeking some grateful sign of
Returning reason there, then pressed the curly head against his breast, and
patted it tenderly. Presently he said:
'Dost thou know thy father, child? Break not mine old heart; say thou know'st
me. Thou dost know me, dost thou not?'
'Yea; thou art my dread lord the king, whom God preserve.'
'True, true — that is well — be comforted, tremble not so; there is none here
Who would hurt thee; there is none here but loves thee. Thou art better now;
thy ill dream passeth — is't not so? And thou knowest thyself now also — is't
not so? Thou wilt not miscall thyself again, as they say thou didst a little while
agone?'
'I pray thee of thy grace believe me, I did but speak the truth, most dread
lord; for I am the meanest among thy subjects, being a pauper born, and 'tis
By a sore mischance and accident I am here, albeit I was therein nothing
Blameful. I am but young to die, and thou canst save me with one little word.
Oh, speak it, sir!'
'Die? Talk not so, sweet prince — peace, peace, to thy troubled heart — thou
shalt not die!'
Tom dropped upon his knees with a glad cry:
'God requite thy mercy, oh my king, and save thee long to bless thy land!'
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