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,