the little lame prince-第4章
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Every month they used to watch for him； appearing like a speck in the distance。 He fastened his horse to the foot of the tower； and climbed it； as before； laden with provisions and many other things。 He always saw the Prince； so as to make sure that the child was alive and well； and then went away until the following month。
While his first childhood lasted Prince Dolor was happy enough。 He had every luxury that even a prince could need； and the one thing wanting；love；never having known； he did not miss。 His nurse was very kind to him though she was a wicked woman。 But either she had not been quite so wicked as people said； or she grew better through being shut up continually with a little innocent child who was dependent upon her for every comfort and pleasure of his life。
It was not an unhappy life。 There was nobody to tease or ill…use him； and he was never ill。 He played about from room to roomthere were four rooms； parlor； kitchen； his nurse's bedroom； and his own； learned to crawl like a fly； and to jump like a frog； and to run about on all…fours almost as fast as a puppy。 In fact； he was very much like a puppy or a kitten； as thoughtless and as merryscarcely ever cross； though sometimes a little weary。
As he grew older； he occasionally liked to be quiet for a while； and then he would sit at the slits of windowswhich were； however； much bigger than they looked from the bottom of the towerand watch the sky above and the ground below； with the storms sweeping over and the sunshine coming and going； and the shadows of the clouds running races across the blank plain。
By and by he began to learn lessonsnot that his nurse had been ordered to teach him； but she did it partly to amuse herself。 She was not a stupid woman； and Prince Dolor was by no means a stupid boy； so they got on very well； and his continual entreaty； 〃What can I do？ what can you find me to do？〃 was stopped； at least for an hour or two in the day。
It was a dull life； but he had never known any other； anyhow； he remembered no other； and he did not pity himself at all。 Not for a long time； till he grew quite a big little boy； and could read quite easily。 Then he suddenly took to books； which the deaf…mute brought him from time to timebooks which； not being acquainted with the literature of Nomansland； I cannot describe； but no doubt they were very interesting； and they informed him of everything in the outside world； and filled him with an intense longing to see it。
From this time a change came over the boy。 He began to look sad and thin； and to shut himself up for hours without speaking。 For his nurse hardly spoke； and whatever questions he asked beyond their ordinary daily life she never answered。 She had； indeed； been forbidden； on pain of death； to tell him anything about himself； who he was； or what he might have been。
He knew he was Prince Dolor； because she always addressed him as 〃My Prince〃 and 〃Your Royal Highness；〃 but what a prince was he had not the least idea。 He had no idea of anything in the world； except what he found in his books。
He sat one day surrounded by them； having built them up round him like a little castle wall。 He had been reading them half the day； but feeling all the while that to read about things which you never can see is like hearing about a beautiful dinner while you are starving。 For almost the first time in his life he grew melancholy； his hands fell on his lap； he sat gazing out of the window…slit upon the view outside the view he had looked at every day of his life； and might look at for endless days more。
Not a very cheerful view；just the plain and the sky；but he liked it。 He used to think； if he could only fly out of that window； up to the sky or down to the plain； how nice it would be！ Perhaps when he diedhis nurse had told him once in anger that he would never leave the tower till he diedhe might be able to do this。 Not that he understood much what dying meant； but it must be a change； and any change seemed to him a blessing。
〃And I wish I had somebody to tell me all about itabout that and many other things； somebody that would be fond of me； like my poor white kitten。〃
Here the tears came into his eyes； for the boy's one friend； the one interest of his life； had been a little white kitten； which the deaf…mute； kindly smiling； once took out of his pocket and gave himthe only living creature Prince Dolor had ever seen。
For four weeks it was his constant plaything and companion； till one moonlight night it took a fancy for wandering； climbed on to the parapet of the tower； dropped over and disap… peared。 It was not killed； he hoped； for cats have nine lives； indeed； he almost fancied he saw it pick itself up and scamper away； but he never caught sight of it more。
〃Yes； I wish I had something better than a kittena person； a real live person； who would be fond of me and kind to me。 Oh； I want somebody dreadfully； dreadfully！〃
As he spoke； there sounded behind him a slight tap…tap…tap； as of a stick or a cane； and twisting himself round； he sawwhat do you think he saw？
Nothing either frightening or ugly； but still exceedingly curious。 A little woman； no bigger than he might himself have been had his legs grown like those of other children； but she was not a childshe was an old woman。 Her hair was gray； and her dress was gray； and there was a gray shadow over her wherever she moved。 But she had the sweetest smile； the prettiest hands； and when she spoke it was in the softest voice imaginable。
〃My dear little boy；〃and dropping her cane； the only bright and rich thing about her； she laid those two tiny hands on his shoulders； 〃my own little boy； I could not come to you until you had said you wanted me； but now you do want me； here I am。〃
〃And you are very welcome； madam；〃 replied the Prince； trying to speak politely； as princes always did in books； 〃and I am exceedingly obliged to you。 May I ask who you are？ Perhaps my mother？〃 For he knew that little boys usually had a mother； and had occasionally wondered what had become of his own。
〃No；〃 said the visitor； with a tender； half… sad smile； putting back the hair from his forehead； and looking right into his eyes〃no； I am not your mother； though she was a dear friend of mine； and you are as like her as ever you can be。〃
〃Will you tell her to come and see me； then？〃
〃She cannot； but I dare say she knows all about you。 And she loves you very muchand so do I； and I want to help you all I can； my poor little boy。〃
〃Why do you call me poor？〃 asked Prince Dolor； in surprise。
The little old woman glanced down on his legs and feet； which he did not know were different from those of other children； and then at his sweet； bright face； which； though he knew not that either； was exceedingly different from many children's faces； which are often so fretful； cross； sullen。 Looking at him； instead of sighing； she smiled。 〃I beg your pardon； my Prince；〃 said she。
〃Yes； I am a prince； and my name is Dolor； will you tell me yours； madam？〃
The little old woman laughed like a chime of silver bells。
〃I have not got a nameor； rather； I have so many names that I don't know which to choose。 However； it was I who gave you yours； and you will belong to me all your days。 I am your godmother。〃
〃Hurrah！〃 cried the little Prince； 〃I am glad I belong to you； for I like you very much。 Will you come and play with me？〃
So they sat down together and played。 By and by they began to talk。
〃Are you very dull here？〃 asked the little old woman。
〃Not particularly； thank you； godmother。 I have plenty to eat and drink； and my lessons to do； and my books to readlots of books。〃
〃And you want nothing？〃
〃Nothing。 Yesperhaps If you please； godmother； could you bring me just one more thing？〃
〃What sort of thing！〃
〃A little boy to play with。〃
The old woman looked very sad。 〃Just the thing； alas I which I cannot give you。 My child； I cannot alter your lot in any way； but I can help you to bear it。〃
〃Thank you。 But why do you talk of bearing it？ I have nothing to bear。〃
〃My poor little man！〃 said the old woman in the very tenderest tone of her tender voice。 〃Kiss me！〃
〃What is kissing？〃 asked the wondering child。
His godmother took him in her arms and embraced him many times。 By and by he kissed her back againat first awkwardly and shyly； then with all the strength of his warm little heart。
〃You are better to cuddle than even my white kitten； I think。 Promise me that you will never go away；〃
〃I must； but I will leave a present behind me；something as good as myself to amuse you； something that will take you wherever you want to go； and show you all that you wish to see。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃A traveling…cloak。〃
The Prince's countenance fell。 〃I don't want a cloak； for I never go out。 Sometimes nurse hoists me on to the roof； and carries me round by the parapet； but that is all。 I can't walk； you know； as she does。〃
〃The more reason why you should ride； and besides； this traveling…cloak〃
〃Hush！she's coming。〃
There sounded outside the room door a heavy step and a grumpy voice； and a rattle of plates and dishes。
〃It's my nurse； and she is bringing my dinner； but I don't want dinner at allI only want you。 Will her coming drive you away； godmother？〃
〃Perhaps； but only for a little while。 Never mind； all the bolts and bars in the world couldn't keep me out。 I'd fly in at the window； or down through the chimney。 Only wish for me； and I come。〃
〃Thank you；〃 said Prince Dolor； but almost in a whisper； for he was very uneasy at what might happen next。 His nurse and his godmother what would they say to one another？ how would they look at one another？two such different faces： one harsh…lined； sullen； cross； and sad； the other sweet and bright and calm as a summer evening before the dark begins。
When the door was flung open； Prince Dolor shut his eyes； trembling all over； opening them again； he saw he need fear nothinghis lovely old godmother had melted away just like the rainbow out of the sky； as he had watched it many a time。 Nobody but his nurse was in the room。
〃What a muddle your Royal Highness is sitting in；〃 said she sharply。 〃Such a heap of untidy books； and what's this rubbish？〃 knocking a little bundle that lay beside them。
〃Oh； nothing； nothinggive it me！〃 cried the Prince； and； darting after it； he hid it under his pinafore； and then pushed it quickly into his pocket。 Rubbish as it was； it was left in the place where she sat； and might be something belonging to herhis dear； kind godmother； whom already he loved with all his lonely； tender； passionate heart。
It was； though he did not know this； his wonderful traveling…cloak。
CHAPTER IV
And what of the traveling…cloak？ What sort of cloak was it； and what A good did it do the Prince？
Stay； and I'll tell you all about it。 Outside it was the commonest…looking bundle imaginableshabby and small； and the instant Prince Dolor touched it； it grew smaller still； dwindling down till he could put it in his trousers pocket； like a handkerchief rolled up into a ball。 He did this at once； for fear his nurse should see it； and kept it there all dayall night； too。 Till after his next morning's lessons he had no opportunity of examining his treasure。
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