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was of massive silver； festooned with florid wreaths； and swinging
Cupids； in front of the two large fire…places stood great screens
broidered with parrots and peacocks； and the floor； which was of
sea…green onyx； seemed to stretch far away into the distance。 Nor
was he alone。 Standing under the shadow of the doorway； at the
extreme end of the room； he saw a little figure watching him。 His
heart trembled； a cry of joy broke from his lips； and he moved out
into the sunlight。 As he did so； the figure moved out also； and he
saw it plainly。
The Infanta！ It was a monster； the most grotesque monster he had
ever beheld。 Not properly shaped； as all other people were； but
hunchbacked； and crooked…limbed； with huge lolling head and mane of
black hair。 The little Dwarf frowned； and the monster frowned
also。 He laughed； and it laughed with him； and held its hands to
its sides； just as he himself was doing。 He made it a mocking bow；
and it returned him a low reverence。 He went towards it； and it
came to meet him； copying each step that he made； and stopping when
he stopped himself。 He shouted with amusement； and ran forward；
and reached out his hand； and the hand of the monster touched his；
and it was as cold as ice。 He grew afraid； and moved his hand
across； and the monster's hand followed it quickly。 He tried to
press on； but something smooth and hard stopped him。 The face of
the monster was now close to his own； and seemed full of terror。
He brushed his hair off his eyes。 It imitated him。 He struck at
it； and it returned blow for blow。 He loathed it； and it made
hideous faces at him。 He drew back； and it retreated。
What is it？ He thought for a moment； and looked round at the rest
of the room。 It was strange； but everything seemed to have its
double in this invisible wall of clear water。 Yes； picture for
picture was repeated； and couch for couch。 The sleeping Faun that
lay in the alcove by the doorway had its twin brother that
slumbered； and the silver Venus that stood in the sunlight held out
her arms to a Venus as lovely as herself。
Was it Echo？ He had called to her once in the valley； and she had
answered him word for word。 Could she mock the eye； as she mocked
the voice？ Could she make a mimic world just like the real world？
Could the shadows of things have colour and life and movement？
Could it be that … ？
He started； and taking from his breast the beautiful white rose； he
turned round； and kissed it。 The monster had a rose of its own；
petal for petal the same！ It kissed it with like kisses； and
pressed it to its heart with horrible gestures。
When the truth dawned upon him； he gave a wild cry of despair； and
fell sobbing to the ground。 So it was he who was misshapen and
hunchbacked； foul to look at and grotesque。 He himself was the
monster； and it was at him that all the children had been laughing；
and the little Princess who he had thought loved him … she too had
been merely mocking at his ugliness； and making merry over his
twisted limbs。 Why had they not left him in the forest； where
there was no mirror to tell him how loathsome he was？ Why had his
father not killed him； rather than sell him to his shame？ The hot
tears poured down his cheeks； and he tore the white rose to pieces。
The sprawling monster did the same； and scattered the faint petals
in the air。 It grovelled on the ground； and； when he looked at it；
it watched him with a face drawn with pain。 He crept away； lest he
should see it； and covered his eyes with his hands。 He crawled；
like some wounded thing； into the shadow； and lay there moaning。
And at that moment the Infanta herself came in with her companions
through the open window； and when they saw the ugly little dwarf
lying on the ground and beating the floor with his clenched hands；
in the most fantastic and exaggerated manner； they went off into
shouts of happy laughter； and stood all round him and watched him。
'His dancing was funny；' said the Infanta； 'but his acting is
funnier still。 Indeed he is almost as good as the puppets； only of
course not quite so natural。' And she fluttered her big fan； and
applauded。
But the little Dwarf never looked up； and his sobs grew fainter and
fainter； and suddenly he gave a curious gasp； and clutched his
side。 And then he fell back again； and lay quite still。
'That is capital；' said the Infanta； after a pause； 'but now you
must dance for me。'
'Yes；' cried all the children； 'you must get up and dance； for you
are as clever as the Barbary apes； and much more ridiculous。' But
the little Dwarf made no answer。
And the Infanta stamped her foot； and called out to her uncle； who
was walking on the terrace with the Chamberlain； reading some
despatches that had just arrived from Mexico； where the Holy Office
had recently been established。 'My funny little dwarf is sulking；'
she cried； 'you must wake him up； and tell him to dance for me。'
They smiled at each other； and sauntered in； and Don Pedro stooped
down； and slapped the Dwarf on the cheek with his embroidered
glove。 'You must dance；' he said； 'PETIT MONSIRE。 You must dance。
The Infanta of Spain and the Indies wishes to be amused。'
But the little Dwarf never moved。
'A whipping master should be sent for；' said Don Pedro wearily； and
he went back to the terrace。 But the Chamberlain looked grave； and
he knelt beside the little dwarf； and put his hand upon his heart。
And after a few moments he shrugged his shoulders； and rose up； and
having made a low bow to the Infanta； he said …
'MI BELLA PRINCESA； your funny little dwarf will never dance again。
It is a pity； for he is so ugly that he might have made the King
smile。'
'But why will he not dance again？' asked the Infanta； laughing。
'Because his heart is broken；' answered the Chamberlain。
And the Infanta frowned； and her dainty rose…leaf lips curled in
pretty disdain。 'For the future let those who come to play with me
have no hearts；' she cried； and she ran out into the garden。
年轻的国王
THE YOUNG KING
＇TO MARGARET LADY BROOKE … THE RANEE OF SARAWAK＇
It was the night before the day fixed for his coronation； and the
young King was sitting alone in his beautiful chamber。 His
courtiers had all taken their leave of him； bowing their heads to
the ground； according to the ceremonious usage of the day； and had
retired to the Great Hall of the Palace； to receive a few last
lessons from the Professor of Etiquette； there being some of them
anners； which in a courtier is； I need
hardly say； a very grave offence。
The lad … for he was only a lad； being but sixteen years of age …
was not sorry at their departure； and had flung himself back with a
deep sigh of relief on the soft cushions of his embroidered couch；
lying there； wild…eyed and open…mouthed； like a brown woodland
Faun； or some young animal of the forest newly snared by the
hunters。
And； indeed； it was the hunters who had found him； coming upon him
almost by chance as； bare…limbed and pipe in hand； he was following
the flock of the poor goatherd who had brought him up； and whose
son he had always fancied himself to be。 The child of the old
King's only daughter by a secret marriage with one much beneath her
in station … a stranger； some said； who； by the wonderful magic of
his lute…playing； had made the young Princess love him； while
others spoke of an artist from Rimini； to whom the Princess had
shown much； perhaps too much honour； and who had suddenly
disappeared from the city； leaving his work in the Cathedral
unfinished … he had been； when but a week old； stolen away from his
mother's side； as she slept； and given into the charge of a common
peasant and his wife； who were without children of their own； and
lived in a remote part of the forest； more than a day's ride from
the town。 Grief； or the plague； as the court physician stated； or；
as some suggested； a swift Italian poison administered in a cup of
spiced wine； slew； within an hour of her wakening； the white girl
who had given him birth； and as the trusty messenger who bare the
child across his saddle…bow stooped from his weary horse and
knocked at the rude door of the goatherd's hut； the body of the
Princess was being lowered into an open grave that had been dug in
a deserted churchyard； beyond the city gates； a grave where it was
said that another body was also lying； that of a young man of
marvellous and foreign beauty； whose hands were tied behind him
with a knotted cord； and whose breast was stabbed with many red
wounds。
Such； at least； was the story that men whispered to each other。
Certain it was that the old King； when on his deathbed； whether
moved by remorse for his great sin； or merely desiring that the
kingdom should not pass away from his line； had had the lad sent
for； and； in the presence of the Council