the New Year, most illustrious–”
“Let the prisoner go free–it is the King’s will!”
Another blush followed this unregal outburst, and he covered his
indecorum as well as he could by adding–
“It enrageth me that a man should be hanged upon such idle, hare-
brained evidence!”
A low buzz of admiration swept through the assemblage. It was not
admiration of the decree that had been delivered by Tom, for the
propriety or expediency of pardoning a convicted poisoner was a
thing which few there would have felt justified in either
admitting or admiring–no, the admiration was for the intelligence
and spirit which Tom had displayed. Some of the low-voiced
remarks were to this effect–
“This is no mad king–he hath his wits sound.”
“How sanely he put his questions–how like his former natural self
was this abrupt imperious disposal of the matter!”
“God be thanked, his infirmity is spent! This is no weakling, but
a king. He hath borne himself like to his own father.”
The air being filled with applause, Tom’s ear necessarily caught a
little of it. The effect which this had upon him was to put him
greatly at his ease, and also to charge his system with very
gratifying sensations.
However, his juvenile curiosity soon rose superior to these
pleasant thoughts and feelings; he was eager to know what sort of
deadly mischief the woman and the little girl could have been
about; so, by his command, the two terrified and sobbing creatures
were brought before him.
“What is it that these have done?” he inquired of the sheriff.
“Please your Majesty, a black crime is charged upon them, and
clearly proven; wherefore the judges have decreed, according to
the law, that they be hanged. They sold themselves to the devil–
such is their crime.”
Tom shuddered. He had been taught to abhor people who did this
wicked thing. Still, he was not going to deny himself the
pleasure of feeding his curiosity for all that; so he asked–
“Where was this done?–and when?”
“On a midnight in December, in a ruined church, your Majesty.”
Tom shuddered again.
“Who was there present?”
“Only these two, your grace–and THAT OTHER.”
“Have these confessed?”
“Nay, not so, sire–they do deny it.”
“Then prithee, how was it known?”
“Certain witness did see them wending thither, good your Majesty;
this bred the suspicion, and dire effects have since confirmed and
justified it. In particular, it is in evidence that through the
wicked power so obtained, they did invoke and bring about a storm
that wasted all the region round about. Above forty witnesses
have proved the storm; and sooth one might have had a thousand,
for all had reason to remember it, sith all had suffered by it.”
“Certes this is a serious matter.” Tom turned this dark piece of
scoundrelism over in his mind a while, then asked–
“Suffered the woman also by the storm?”
Several old heads among the assemblage nodded their recognition of
the wisdom of this question. The sheriff, however, saw nothing
consequential in the inquiry; he answered, with simple directness-
–
“Indeed did she, your Majesty, and most righteously, as all aver.
Her habitation was swept away, and herself and child left
shelterless.”
“Methinks the power to do herself so ill a turn was dearly bought.
She had been cheated, had she paid but a farthing for it; that she
paid her soul, and her child’s, argueth that she is mad; if she is
mad she knoweth not what she doth, therefore sinneth not.”
The elderly heads nodded recognition of Tom’s wisdom once more,
and one individual murmured, “An’ the King be mad himself,
according to report, then is it a madness of a sort that would
improve the sanity of some I wot of, if by the gentle providence
of God they could but catch it.”
“What age hath the child?” asked Tom.
“Nine years, please your Majesty.”
“By the law of England may a child enter into covenant and sell
itself, my lord?” asked Tom, turning to a learned judge.
“The law doth not permit a child to make or meddle in any weighty
matter, good my liege, holding that its callow wit unfitteth it to