Jean Plaidy - The Wondering Prince

It was late afternoon on a July day in the fourth year of the Great Rebellion. The sun was hot; the grass banks were brown; and the purple nettle-flowers and the petals of the woundwort were peppered with fine dust.

A small partytwo men and two womentrudged slowly along the road, looking neither to right nor to left, their eyes fixed on the ground. One of the women was a hunchback, and it was this deformed one who carried a sleeping child.

Sweat ran down her face; she caught her breath as she saved herself from tripping over a stone and going headlong into one of the numerous potholes which were a feature of the road. She wiped the sweat from her face but did not lift her eyes from the ground.

After a while she spoke. How far from the inn, Tom?

Well be there within the hour.

Theres time before dark, said the other woman. Lets stop for a rest. The boys heavy.

Tom nodded. A few minutes will do no harm, he said.

The hunchback spoke again. Only let us rest if you are sure theres time, Tom. Dont let the dark overtake us. Therell be robbers on the road at twilight.

There are four of us, answered Tom, and we look too poor to rob. But Nells right. Theres time for a rest.

They sat on the bank. Nell took off her boots and grimaced at her swollen feet while the hunchback laid the child gently on the grass. The others would have helped, but she waved them aside; she seemed determined that none but herself should touch the child.

Heres the best spot for you, said Tom to the hunchback. The bush makes a good support. But the hunchback shook her head and looked at him with some reproach. He smiled and sat down at the spot he had chosen as the best. We should be in Dover long before this time tomorrow, he added.

Call me Nan, said the hunchback.

Yes Nan I will.

You must remember to call me Nan. It is short for Nanette. Ask my husband. Is that not so, Gaston?

Yes that is so. Nan it is short for Nanette.

And that is my name.

Yes, Nan, said Tom.

There is someone coming, said Nell quickly.

They were silent, listening to the sound of footsteps on the road. A man and a woman came into sight, and the hunchbacks eyes went to the sleeping child beside her; her right hand moved out and rested on its ragged clothes.

The man and woman who were approaching carried bundles, and their dress proclaimed them to be of slightly higher social standing than the group on the bank. The man who wore his hair cut short so that his pink and rather prominent ears could be seen, might have been a tradesman. The woman was plump and puffing with exertion; it was clear that she was finding the heat uncomfortable.

Heres sensible people, she was grumbling, taking a rest by the roadside. I declare Ill do the same, for my feet wont carry me a step farther until I give them a short rest.

Now come along, Kitty, said the man. If were to be in Tonbridge in time for the wagon theres no time for dallying.

Theres time enough, and my feet wont go a step further. The fat woman was smiling as she plumped herself down on the bank, and her husband had no choice but to do the same, for it was too hot to stand and argue.

God be with you, said the fat woman.

God be with you, murmured Tom and his companions, but they did not look at the newcomers; they kept their eyes fixed on the opposite bank. Unlike the fat woman they did not wish for roadside chatter; but the fat woman was one who usually achieved that which she desired.

A pretty child she began.

The hunchback smiled and bowed her head in acknowledgment of the compliment.

Ive a weakness for little girls

This is a little boy, said Nan, and her accent was unmistakably foreign.

You sound like a foreigner, said the woman.

I am French, Madame.

French? The man shot a suspicious glance at the party. We dont like the French much here.

His wife continued to smile. Lee says that when our King went and got married to a French wife the trouble started, and now look what shes brought him to. Thats what you say, eh, Lee?

Where is she now? demanded Lee. In France kicking up her heels and dancing the new dances, Ill warrant. A fine wife shes been to our King Charles and a fine brewing of trouble shes brought him!

Im sorry that the Queen should be French, said Nan. For myself I am a poor woman. My husband here and my child with these two fellow servants, go to join our master. The poor in France are much like the poor in England.

Theres truth in that, Ill swear, said the woman.

A master or a mistress says Go here Go there and their servants must go even if it is to service in another country. My husband is a valet to a gentleman. That is so, is it not, Gaston?

Gaston agreed that it was so, in English slightly less fluent than that of the hunchback.

And we all serve in the same household, put in Nell.

Ah, said the man Lee, theres going to be a turnabout in this country ere long. Things will be different for some of us when the Parliament is victorious. Were for the Parliament as all the poor should be. Are you for the Parliament?

Please? said the hunchback.

For the Parliament, said Lee in a louder tone.

I do not always understand. I am not English. You will forgive me.

Lee turned to Tom. Are you French too?

No, I am English.

Then youll think as I do.

How old is the child? interrupted Lees wife.

He has two years, said the hunchback. She had unconsciously laid her hand on the child.

What a fine-shaped hand youve got, said the woman. She studied her own gnarled one and its broken nails with a distasteful grimace.

Shes a ladys maid, explained Nell.

What! Dressing and curling the hair and sewing on ruffles. Youll be used to high-life.

High-life? said the hunchback. What is that?

High society, balls and masques, said Tom.

Fine ladies and gentlemen making merry while the poor starves, said Lee.

I am sorry that that should be so, said the hunchback gravely.

Tis no fault of yours. The poor stands together times like these. Where are you making for?

We are joining our masters household at Dover.

And all on foot! cried Lee, with a child to carry!

Thats how the rich look after their servants, added his wife.

We have to be there tomorrow, said Tom, to set the house in order. Weve little time to lose.

A nice way to treat you! the woman went on grumbling. Walking all the way! Where have you come from?

Well began Tom; but the hunchback said quickly: From London.

And carrying a child all that way!

The child is mine mine and my husbands, said the hunchback. We are glad to be able to have him with us.

Why, said Lee, you ought to get the stage wagon. Thats where were going now. To Tonbridge to catch the wagon.

Lees a much travelled man, said his wife admiringly.

Yes. I dont mind telling you its not the first time Ive travelled on the stage wagon. Once I went from Holborn to Chester travelling the whole of six days. Two miles the hour and a halfpenny the mile, a wagoner to hold the horses and lead them all the way while you sat on the floor of the wagon like a lord. Tis a wondrous thing to travel. Hist! I think I hear riders coming this way.

The hunchback shrank nearer to her friends as once again her hand hovered over the sleeping child. They were all silent for some seconds while the sound of horses hoofs grew louder; and soon a party of riders came into sight. They were soberly dressed and their hair scarcely covered their ears, thus proclaiming them to be soldiers of the Parliamentary forces.

God go with you! called Lee.

God be with you, friend, answered the rider at the head of the cavalcade.