The little lame prince, and his travelling cloak;

Chapter I

Yes, he was the most beautiful Prince that ever was born.

Of course, being a prince, people said this : but it was true besides. When he looked at the candle, his eyes had an expression of earnest inquiry quite startling in a new-born baby. His nose — there was not much of it certainly, but what there was seemed an aquiline shape ; his complexion was a charming, healthy purple ;

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he was round and fat, straight-limbed and long

— in fact, a splendid baby, and everybody was exceedingly proud of him. Especially his father and mother, the King and Queen of Nomansland, who had waited for him during their happy reign of ten years — now made happier than ever, to themselves and their subjects, by the appearance of a son and heir.

The only person who was not quite happy was the king’s brother, the heir-presumptive, who would have been king one day, had the baby not been born. But as his Majesty was very kind to him, and even rather sorry for him,

— insomuch that at the Queen’s request he gave him a dukedom almost as big as a county,

— the Crown Prince, as he was called, tried to seem pleased also ; and let us hope he succeeded.

The Prince’s christening was. to be a grand affair. According to the custom of the country, there were chosen for him four-and-twenty

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godfathers and godmothers, who each had to give him a name, and promise to do their utmost for him. When he came of age, he himself had to choose the name — and the godfather or godmother — that he liked best, for the rest of his days.

Meantime, all was rejoicing. Subscriptions were made among the rich to give pleasure to the poor : dinners in town-halls for the working men ; tea-parties in the streets for their wives ; and milk and bun feasts for the children in the schoolrooms. For Nomansland, though I cannot point it out in any map, or read of it in any history, was, I believe, much like our own or many another country.

As for the Palace — which was no different from other palaces — it was clean “ turned out of the windows,” as people say, with the preparations going on. The only quiet place in it was the room which, though the Prince was six weeks old, his mother the Queen had never

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quitted. Nobody said she was ill, however ; it would have been so inconvenient ; and as she said nothing about it herself, but lay pale and placid, giving no trouble to anybody, nobody thought much about her. All the world was absorbed in admiring the baby.

The christening-day came at last, and it was as lovely as the Prince himself. All the people in the palace were lovely too — or thought themselves so, in the elegant new clothes which the queen, who thought of everybody, had taken care to give them, from the ladies-in-waiting down to the poor little kitchenmaid, who looked at herself in her pink cotton gown, and thought, doubtless, that there never was such a pretty girl as she.

By six in the morning all the royal household had dressed itself in its very best ; and then the little Prince was dressed in his best — his magnificent christening-robe ; which proceeding his Royal Highness did not like at all, but kicked

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They came walking two and two, with their coronets on their heads.”

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and screamed like any common baby. When he had a little calmed down, they carried him to be looked at by the Queen his mother, who, though her royal robes had been brought and laid upon the bed, was, as everybody well knew, quite unable to rise and put them on.

She admired her baby very much ; kissed and blessed him, and lay looking at him, as she did for hours sometimes, when he was placed beside her fast asleep ; then she gave him up with a gentle smile, and saying “she hoped he would be very good, that it would be a very nice christening, and all the guests would enjoy themselves,” turned peacefully over .on her bed, saying nothing more to anybody. She was a very uncomplaining person — the Queen, and her name was Dolorez.

Everything went on exactly as if she had been present. All, even the King himself, had grown used to her absence, for she was not strong, and for years had not joined in

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any gaieties. She always did her royal duties, but as to pleasures, they could go on quite well without her, or it seemed so. The company arrived : great and notable persons in this and neighboring countries ; also the four-and-twenty godfathers and godmothers, who had been chosen with care, as the people who would be most useful to his Royal Highness, should he ever want friends, which did not seem likely. What such want could possibly happen to the heir of the powerful mom arch of Nomansland ?

They came, walking two and two, with their coronets on their heads — being dukes and duchesses, princes and princesses, or the like ; they all kissed the child, and pronounced the name which each had given him. Then the four-and-twenty names were shouted out with great energy by six heralds, one after the other, and afterwards written down, to be preserved in the state records, in readiness

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I for the next time they were wanted, which would be either on his Royal Highness’s coronation or his funeral. Soon the ceremony was over, and everybody satisfied ; except, perhaps, the little Prince himself, who moaned faintly under his christening robes, which nearly smothered him.

In truth, though very few knew, the Prince in coming to the chapel had met with a slight disaster. His nurse — not his ordinary one, but the state nursemaid, an elegant and fashionable young lady of rank, whose duty it was to carry him to and from the chapel, had been so occupied in arranging her train with one hand, while she held the baby with the other, that she stumbled and let him fall, just at the foot of the marble staircase. To be sure, she contrived to pick him up again the next minute ; and the accident was so slight it seemed hardly worth speaking of. Consequently, nobody did speak of it. The baby

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had turned deadly pale but did not cry, so no person a step or two behind could discover anything wrong ; afterwards, even if he had moaned, the silver trumpets were loud enough to drown his voice. It would have been a pity to let anything trouble such a day of felicity.

So, after a minute’s pause, the procession had moved on. Such a procession ! Heralds in blue and silver ; pages in crimson and gold ; and a troop of little girls in dazzling white, carrying baskets of flowers, which they strewed all the way before the nurse and child, — finally the four-and-twenty godfathers and godmothers, as proud as possible, and so splendid to look at that they would have quite extinguished their small godson — merely a heap of lace and muslin with a baby -face inside — had it not been for a canopy of white satin and ostrich feathers, which was held over him wherever he was carried.

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Thus, with the sun shining on them through the painted windows, they stood ; the King and his train on one side, the Prince and his attendants on the other, as pretty a sight as ever was seen out of fairyland.

“It’s just like fairyland,” whispered the eldest little girl to the next eldest, as she shook the last rose out of her basket; “and I think the only thing the Prince wants now is a fairy godmother.”

“ Does he ? ” said a shrill but soft and not unpleasant voice behind ; and there was seen among the group of children somebody — not a child — yet no bigger than a child: somebody whom nobody had seen before, and who certainly had not been invited, for she had no christening clothes on.

She was a little old woman dressed all in gray : gray gown ; gray hooded cloak, of a material excessively fine, and a tint that seemed perpetually changing, like the gray

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of an evening sky. Her hair was gray, and her eyes also ; even her complexion had a soft gray shadow over it. But there was nothing unpleasantly old about her, and her smile was as sweet and childlike as the Prince’s own, which stole over his pale little face the instant she came near enough to touch him.

“ Take care. Do n’t let the baby fall again.”

The grand young lady nurse started, flushing angrily.

“ Who spoke to me ? How did anybody know? — I mean, what business has anybody — ? ” Then, frightened, but still speaking in a much sharper tone than I hope young ladies of rank are in the habit of speaking — “Old woman, you will be kind enough not to say ‘the baby,’ but ‘the Prince.’ Keep away ; his Royal Highness is just going to sleep.”

“Nevertheless, I must kiss him. I am his godmother.”

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“ You !” cried the elegant lady nurse.

“You!!” repeated all the gentlemen and ladies in waiting.

“You!!!” echoed the heralds and pages — and they began to blow the silver trumpets, in order to stop all further conversation.

The Prince’s procession formed itself for returning— the King and his train having already moved off towards the palace — but, on the topmost step of the marble stairs, stood, right in front of all, the little old woman clothed in gray.

She stretched herself on tiptoe by the help of her stick, and gave the little Prince three kisses.

“This is intolerable,” cried the young lady nurse, wiping the kisses off rapidly with her lace handkerchief. “ Such an insult to his Royal Highness. Take yourself out of the way, old woman, or the King shall be informed immediately.”

“ The King knows nothing of me, more ’s the pity,” replied the old woman with an indifferent air, as if she thought the loss was more on his Majesty’s side than hers. “My friend in the palace is the King’s wife.”

“Kings’ wives are called queens,” said the lady nurse, with a contemptuous air.

“You are right,” replied the old woman. “Nevertheless, I know her Majesty well, and I love her and her child. And — since you dropped him on the marble stairs (this she said in a mysterious whisper, which made the young lady tremble in spite of her anger) — I choose to take him for my own. I am his godmother, ready to help him whenever he wants me.”

“You help him !” cried all the group, breaking into shouts of laughter, to which the little old woman paid not the slightest attention. Her soft gray eyes were fixed on the Prince, who seemed to answer to the look, smiling again and again in causeless, aimless fashion, as babies do smile.

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“His Majesty must hear of this,” said a gentleman-in-waiting.

“His Majesty will hear quite enough news in a minute or two,” said the old woman sadly. And again stretching up to the little Prince, she kissed him on the forehead solemnly.

“ Be called by a new name which nobody has ever thought of. Be Prince Dolor, in memory of your mother Dolorez.”

“ In memory of ! ” Everybody started at the ominous phrase, and also at a most terrible breach of etiquette which the old woman had committed. In Nomansland, neither the king nor the queen were supposed to have any Christian name at all. They dropped it on their coronation-day, and it was never mentioned again till it was engraved on their coffins when they died.

“ Old woman, you are exceedingly ill-bred,” cried the eldest lady-in-waiting, much horrified. “ How you could know the fact passes my

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comprehension. But even if you did not know it, how dared you presume to hint that her most gracious Majesty is called Dolorez?”

“ Was called Dolorez,” said the old woman with a tender solemnity.

The first gentleman, called the Gold-stick-inwaiting, raised it to strike her, and all the rest stretched out their hands to seize her ; but the gray mantle melted from between their fingers like air ; and, before anybody had time to do anything more, there came a heavy, muffled, startling sound.

The great bell of the palace — the bell which was only heard on the death of some of the Royal family, and for as many times as he or she was years old — began to toll. They listened, mute and horror-stricken. Some one counted : one — two — three — four — up to nine and twenty — just the queen’s age.

It was, indeed, the Queen. Her Majesty was dead ! In the midst of the festivities she

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had slipped away, out of her new happiness and her old sufferings, neither few nor small. Sending away her women to see the sight — at least, they said afterwards, in excuse, that she had done so, and it was very like her to do it — she had turned with her face to the window, whence one could just see the tops of the distant mountains — the Beautiful Mountains, as they were called — where she was born. So gazing, she had quietly died.

When the little Prince was carried back to his mothers room, there was no mother to kiss him. And, though he did not know it, there would be for him no mother’s kiss any more.

As for his Godmother — the little old woman in gray who called herself so — whether she melted into air, like her gown when they touched it, or whether she flew out of the chapel window, or slipped through the doorway among the bewildered crowd, nobody knew — nobody ever thought about her.

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Only the nurse, the ordinary homely one, coming out of the Prince’s nursery in the middle of the night in search of a cordial to quiet his continual moans, saw, sitting in the doorway, something which she woujd have thought a mere shadow, had she not seen shining out of it two eyes, gray and soft and sweet. She put her hand before her own, screaming loudly. When she took them away, the old woman was gone.

Chapter II

Everybody was very kind to the poor little Prince. I think people generally are kind to motherless children, whether princes or peasants. He had a magnificent nursery, and a regular suite of attendants, and was treated with the greatest respect and state. Nobody was allowed to talk to him in silly baby language, or dandle him, or, above all, to kiss him, though, perhaps, some people did it surreptitiously, for he was such a sweet baby that it was difficult to help it.

It could not be said that the Prince missed his mother ; children of his age cannot do that ; but somehow after she died everything seemed to go wrong with him. From a beautiful baby (22)

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he became sickly and pale, seeming to have almost ceased growing, especially in his legs, which had been so fat and strong. But after the day of his christening they withered and shrank ; he no longer kicked them out either in passion or play, and when, as he got to be nearly a year old, his nurse tried to make him stand upon them, he only tumbled down.

This happened so many times, that at last people began to talk about it. A prince, and not able to stand on his own legs ! What a dreadful thing ! what a misfortune for the country !

Rather a misfortune to him also, poor little boy! but nobody seemed to think of that. And when, after a while, his health revived, and the old bright look came back to his sweet little face, and his body grew larger and stronger, though still his legs remained the same, people continued to speak of him in whispers, and with grave shakes of the head. Everybody

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knew, though nobody said it, that something, impossible to guess what, was not quite right with the poor little Prince.

Of course, nobody hinted this to the King his father : it does not do to tell great people anything unpleasant. And besides, his Majesty took very little notice of his son, or of his other affairs, beyond the necessary duties of his kingdom. People had said he would not miss the Queen at all, she having been so long an invalid : but he did. After her death he never was quite the same. He established himself in her empty rooms, the only rooms in the palace whence one could see the Beautiful Mountains, and was often observed looking at them as if he thought she had flown away thither, and that his longing could bring her back again. And by a curious coincidence, which nobody dared to inquire into, he desired that the Prince might be called, not by any of the four-and-twenty grand names given him by

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his godfathers and godmothers, but by the identical name mentioned by the little old woman in gray, — Dolor, after his mother Dolorez.

Once a week, according to established state custom, the Prince, dressed in his very best, was brought to the King his father for half-anhour, but his Majesty was generally too ill and too melancholy to pay much heed to the child.

Only once, when he and the Crown Prince, who was exceedingly attentive to his royal brother, were sitting together, with Prince Dolor playing in a corner of the room, dragging himself about with his arms rather than his legs, and sometimes trying feebly to crawl from one chair to another, it seemed to strike the father that all was not right with his son.

“ How old is his Royal Highness ? ” said h£> suddenly to the nurse.

“Two years, three months, and five days, please your Majesty.”

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“ It does not please me,” said the King with a sigh. “He ought to be far more forward than he is now, ought he not, brother? You, who have so many children, must know. Is there not something wrong about him ? ”

“ Oh, no,” said the Crown Prince, exchanging meaning looks with the nurse, who did not understand at all, but stood frightened and trembling with the tears in her eyes. “Nothing to make your Majesty at all uneasy. No doubt his Royal Highness will outgrow it in time.”

“ Outgrow — what ? ”

“ A slight delicacy — ahem ! — in the spine ; something inherited, perhaps, from his dear mother.”

“ Ah, she was always delicate ; but she was the sweetest woman that ever lived. Come here, my little son.”

And as the Prince turned round upon his father a small, sweet, grave face — so like his

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mother’s — his Majesty the King smiled and held out his arms. But when the boy came to him, not running like a boy, but wriggling awkwardly along the floor, the royal countenance clouded over.

“ I ought to have been told of this. It is terrible — terrible! And for a prince too! Send for all the doctors in my kingdom immediately.”

They came, and each gave a different opinion, and ordered a different mode of treatment. The only thing they agreed in was what had been pretty well known before : that the prince

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must have been hurt when he was an infant — let fall, perhaps, so as to injure his spine and lower limbs. Did nobody remember ?

No, nobody. Indignantly, all the nurses denied that any such accident had happened, was possible to have happened, until the faithful country nurse recollected that it really had happened, on the day of the christening. For which unluckily good memory, all the others scolded her so severely that she had no peace of her life, and soon after, by the influence of the young lady nurse who had carried the baby that fatal day, and who was a sort of connection of the Crown Prince, being his wife’s second cousin once removed, the poor woman was pensioned off, and sent to the Beautiful Mountains, from whence she came, with orders to remain there for the rest of her days.

But of all this the King knew nothing, for, indeed, after the first shock of finding out that

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his son could not walk, and seemed never likely to walk, he interfered very little concerning him. The whole thing was too painful, and his Majesty had never liked painful things. Sometimes he inquired after Prince Dolor, and they told him his Royal Highness was going on as well as could be expected, which really was the case. For after worrying the poor child and perplexing themselves with one remedy after another, the Crown Prince, not wishing to offend any of the different doctors, had proposed leaving him to nature ; and nature, the safest doctor of all, had come to his help, and done her best. He could not walk, it is true ; his limbs were mere useless additions to his body ; but the body itself was strong and sound. And his face was the same as ever — just his mother’s face, one of the sweetest in the world !

Even the King, indifferent as he was, sometimes looked at the little fellow with sad ten-

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derness, noticing how cleverly he learned to crawl, and swing himself about by his arms, so that in his own awkward way he was as active in motion as most children of his age.

“ Poor little man ! he does his best, and he is not unhappy ; not half so unhappy as I, brother,” addressing the Crown Prince, who was more constant than ever in his attendance upon the sick monarch. “If anything should befall me, I have appointed you as Regent. In case of my death, you will take care of my poor little boy ? ”

“ Certainly, certainly ; but do not let us imagine any such misfortune. I assure your Majesty — everybody will assure you — that it is not in the least likely.”

He knew, however, and everybody knew, that it was likely, and soon after it actually did happen. The King died, as suddenly and quietly as the Queen had done — indeed, in her very room and bed ; and Prince Dolor was

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left without either father or mother — as sad a thing as could happen, even to a Prince.

He was more than that now, though. He was a king. In Nomansland, as in other countries, the people were struck with grief one day and revived the next. “ The king is dead — long live the king!” was the cry that rang through the nation, and almost before his late Majesty had been laid beside the queen in their splendid mausoleum, crowds came thronging from all parts to the royal palace, eager to see the new monarch.

They did see him — the Prince Regent took care they should — sitting on the floor of the council-chamber, sucking his thumb ! And when one of the gentlemen-in-waiting lifted him up and carried him — fancy, carrying a king! — to the chair of state, and put the crown on his head, he shook it off again, it was so heavy and uncomfortable. Sliding down to the foot of the throne, he began playin g with the golden lions that supported it, stroking their paws and putting his tiny fingers into their eyes, and laughing — laughing as if he had at last found something to amuse him.

“ There’s a fine king for you ! ” said the first lord-in-waiting, a friend of the Prince Regent’s (the Crown Prince that used to be, who, in the deepest mourning, stood silently beside the throne of his young nephew. He was a handsome man, very grand and clever looking). “ What a king ! who can never stand to receive his subjects, never walk in processions, who, to the last day of his life, will have to be carried about like a baby. Very unfortunate ! ”

“Exceedingly unfortunate,” repeated the second lord. “ It is always bad for a nation when its king is a child ; but such a child — a permanent cripple, if not worse.”

“ Let us hope not worse,” said the first lord in a very hopeless tone, and looking towards the Regent, who stood erect and pretended to

“ Sliding down to the foot of the throne, he began playing with the golden lions that supported it.”

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hear nothing. “ I have heard that these sort of children with very large heads and great broad foreheads and staring eyes, are — well, well, let us hope for the best and be prepared for the worst. In the meantime — ”

“ I swear,” said the Crown Prince, coming forward and kissing the hilt of his sword — “I swear to perform my duties as regent, to take all care of his Royal Highness — his Majesty, I mean,” with a grand bow to the little child, who laughed innocently back again. “And I will do my humble best to govern the country. Still, if the country has the slightest objection— ”

But the Crown Prince being generalissimo, and having the whole army at his beck and call, so that he could have begun a civil war in no time ; the country had, of course, not the slightest objection.

So the king and queen slept together in peace, and Prince Dolor reigned over the land

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— that is, h^s uncle did ; and everybody said what a fortunate thing it was for the poor little Prince to have such a clever uncle to take care of him. All things went on as usual ; indeed, after the Regent had brought his wife and her seven sons, and established them in the palace, rather better than usual. For they gave such splendid entertainments and made the capital so lively, that trade revived, and the country was said to be more flourishing than it had been for a century.

Whenever the Regent and his sons appeared, they were received with shouts — “ Long live the Crown Prince ! ” “ Long live the Royal family ! ” And, in truth, they were very fine children, the whole seven of them, and made a great show when they rode out together on seven beautiful horses, one height above another, down to the youngest, on his tiny black pony, no bigger than a large dog.

As for the other child, his Royal Highness

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Prince Dolor — for somehow people soon ceased to call him his Majesty, which seemed such a ridiculous title for a poor little fellow, a helpless cripple, with only head and trunk, and no legs to speak of — he was seen very seldom by anybody.

Sometimes, people daring enough to peer

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over the high wall of the palace garden, noticed there, carried in a footman’s arms, or drawn in a chair, or left to play on the grass, often with nobody to mind him, a pretty little boy, with a bright intelligent face, and large melancholy eyes — no, not exactly melancholy, for they were his mother’s, and she was by no means sad-minded, but thoughtful and dreamy. They rather perplexed people, those childish eyes ; they were so exceedingly innocent and yet so penetrating. If anybody did a wrong thing, told a lie for instance, they would turn round with such a grave silent surprise — the child never talked much — that every naughty person in the palace was rather afraid of Prince Dolor.

He could not help it, and perhaps he did not even know it, being no better a child than many other children, but there was something about him which made bad people sorry, and grumbling people ashamed of themselves, and

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ill-natured people gentle and kind. I suppose, because they were touched to see a poor little fellow who did not in the least know what had befallen him, or what lay before him, living his baby life as happy as the day was long. Thus, whether or not he was good himself, the sight of him and his affliction made other people good, and, above all, made everybody love him. So much so, that his uncle the Regent began to feel a little uncomfortable.

Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.

Even the “ cruel uncle” of “The Babes in the Wood” I believe to be quite an exceptional character. And this “ cruel uncle ” of whom I am telling was, I hope, an exception too.