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to himself, 'Every night will I give my father a penny; he will think I begged it,
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It will glad his heart, and I shall no more be beaten. One penny every week the
Good priest that teacheth me shall have; mother, Nan, and Bet the other four.
We be done with hunger and rags now, done with fears and frets and savage
usage.'
In his dream he reached his sordid home all out of breath, but with eyes
dancing with grateful enthusiasm; cast four of his pennies into his mother's
lap and cried out:
'They are for thee! — all of them, every one! — for thee and Nan and Bet —
and honestly come by, not begged nor stolen!'
The happy and astonished mother strained him to her breast and exclaimed:
'It waxeth late — may it please your majesty to rise?'
Ah, that was not the answer he was expecting. The dream had snapped
Asunder — he was awake.
He opened his eyes — the richly clad First Lord of the Bedchamber was
Kneeling by his couch. The gladness of the lying dream faded away — the
Poor boy recognized that he was still a captive and a king. The room was filled
With courtiers clothed in purple mantles — the mourning color — and with
Noble servants of the monarch. Tom sat up in bed and gazed out from the
Heavy silken curtains upon this fine company.
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