Theprocessionmovedon，andstillon，throughever—augmentingsplendorsandever—augmentingtempestsofwelcome；buttoTomCantytheywereasiftheyhadnotbeen。Heneithersawnorheard。Royaltyhadlostitsgraceandsweetness；itspompswerebecomeareproach。
Remorsewaseatinghisheartout。Hesaid，’WouldGodIwerefreeofmycaptivity！’
Hehadunconsciouslydroppedbackintothephraseologyofthefirstdaysofhiscompulsorygreatness。
Theshiningpageantstillwentwindinglikearadiantandinterminableserpentdownthecrookedlanesofthequaintoldcity，andthroughthehuzzainghosts；butstillthekingrodewithbowedheadandvacanteyes，seeingonlyhismother’sfaceandthatwoundedlookinit。
’Largess，largess！’Thecryfelluponanunheedingear。