The Yankee and the King Travel Incognito ABOUT bedtime I took the king to my private quarters to cut his hair and help him get the hang of the lowly raiment he was to wear.The high classes wore their hair banged across the forehead but hanging to the shoulders the rest of the way around,whereas the lowest ranks of commoners were banged fore and aft both;the slaves were bangless,and allowed their hair free growth.So I inverted a bowl over his head and cut away all the locks that hung below it.I also trimmed his whiskers and mustache until they were only about a half-inch long;and tried to do it inartistically,and succeeded.It was a villainous disfigurement.When he got his lubberly sandals on,and his long robe of coarse brown linen cloth,which hung straight from his neck to his ankle-bones,he was no longer the comeliest man in his kingdom,but one of the unhandsomest and most commonplace and unattractive.
We were dressed and barbered alike,and could pass for small farmers,or farm bailiffs,or shepherds,or carters;yes,or for village artisans,if we chose,our costume being in effect universal among the poor,because of its strength and cheapness.I don't mean that it was really cheap to a very poor person,but I do mean that it was the cheapest material there was for male attire --manufactured material,you understand.
We slipped away an hour before dawn,and by broad sun-up had made eight or ten miles,and were in the midst of a sparsely settled country.I had a pretty heavy knapsack;it was laden with provisions --provisions for the king to taper down on,till he could take to the coarse fare of the country without damage.
I found a comfortable seat for the king by the roadside,and then gave him a morsel or two to stay his stomach with.Then I said I would find some water for him,and strolled away.Part of my project was to get out of sight and sit down and rest a little myself.It had always been my custom to stand when in his presence;even at the council board,except upon those rare occasions when the sitting was a very long one,extending over hours;then I had a trifling little backless thing which was like a reversed culvert and was as comfortable as the toothache.I didn't want to break him in suddenly,but do it by degrees.We should have to sit together now when in company,or people would notice;but it would not be good politics for me to be playing equality with him when there was no necessity for it.
I found the water some three hundred yards away,and had been resting about twenty minutes,when I heard voices.That is all right,I thought --peasants going to work;nobody else likely to be stirring this early.
But the next moment these comers jingled into sight around a turn of the road --smartly clad people of quality,with luggage-mules and servants in their train!I was off like a shot,through the bushes,by the shortest cut.For a while it did seem that these people would pass the king before I could get to him;but desperation gives you wings,you know,and I canted my body forward,inflated my breast,and held my breath and flew.I arrived.
And in plenty good enough time,too.
"Pardon,my king,but it's no time for ceremony --jump!Jump to your feet --some quality are coming!""Is that a marvel?Let them come."
"But my liege!You must not be seen sitting.Rise!--and stand in humble posture while they pass.You are a peasant,you know.""True --I had forgot it,so lost was I in planning of a huge war with Gaul"--he was up by this time,but a farm could have got up quicker,if there was any kind of a boom in real estate --"and right-so a thought came randoming overthwart this majestic dream the which --""A humbler attitude,my lord the king --and quick!Duck your head!
--more!--still more!--droop it!"
He did his honest best,but lord,it was no great things.He looked as humble as the leaning tower at Pisa.It is the most you could say of it.Indeed,it was such a thundering poor success that it raised wondering scowls all along the line,and a gorgeous flunkey at the tail end of it raised his whip;but I jumped in time and was under it when it fell;and under cover of the volley of coarse laughter which followed,I spoke up sharply and warned the king to take no notice.He mastered himself for the moment,but it was a sore tax;he wanted to eat up the procession.
I said:
"It would end our adventures at the very start;and we,being without weapons,could do nothing with that armed gang.If we are going to succeed in our emprise,we must not only look the peasant but act the peasant.""It is wisdom;none can gainsay it.Let us go on,Sir Boss.I will take note and learn,and do the best I may."He kept his word.He did the best he could,but I've seen better.If you have ever seen an active,heedless,enterprising child going diligently out of one mischief and into another all day long,and an anxious mother at its heels all the while,and just saving it by a hair from drowning itself or breaking its neck with each new experiment,you've seen the king and me.
If I could have foreseen what the thing was going to be like,I should have said,No,if anybody wants to make his living exhibiting a king as a peasant,let him take the layout;I can do better with a menagerie,and last longer.And yet,during the first three days I never allowed him to enter a hut or other dwelling.If he could pass muster anywhere during his early novitiate it would be in small inns and on the road;so to these places we confined ourselves.Yes,he certainly did the best he could,but what of that?He didn't improve a bit that I could see.
He was always frightening me,always breaking out with fresh astonishers,in new and unexpected places.Toward evening on the second day,what does he do but blandly fetch out a dirk from inside his robe!
