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Updated: June 12, 2025
Yellow-cap felt rather bewildered; but he was glad to find that he himself was not included in the metrical system. Some error in either rhyme or rhythm would, he felt sure, have been the consequence. 'Let me order you a pipe and tankard, continued Gyp, ringing the bell. Somewhat to Yellow-cap's surprise Silvia appeared at the door in answer to the summons.
'That last argument of yours is a strong one, and rather than drive you to such extremities I would let you have it your own way, said Yellow-cap. 'But still I think this affair can be arranged. All I want, you see, is to sit on your throne; to make a rhyme to your name, and to trample you under the feet of the metrical system. Have nothing to do with that.
But the audience took the point immediately, and the clapping of hands and stamping were this time both loud and long. And now something happened which Yellow-cap could not at first understand. The King hummed-and-hah'ed and looked rather embarrassed, but said nothing, and by and by began searching in his pockets as if he had mislaid something.
'What is that? What people are those in the cart? demanded Yellow-cap, rising in his stirrups to get a better view. 'Please your Majesty they are prisoners of State, said the Home Doggerel, who had turned rather pale. 'It is quite a mistake their coming here; they should have been taken to another theatre. However, since they are here your Majesty cannot do better than sign their death-warrant.
For answer the Headsman tossed his terrible axe high up in the air, caught it lightly as it came down, and then, swinging it round his head, he cut off the tall feather that was fastened in the cap of the Chancellor of the Jingle. An inch more would have buried the blade in his skull. 'Very good, said King Yellow-cap; 'I see you know your business. Now, then, bring me hither that cart.
'Is this the place where kings are crowned? demanded Yellow-cap. 'Certainly; where else could it be? returned the King. 'Then I will be crowned this moment, said Yellow-cap in the commanding tone which he had found it best to use towards these London people. 'Is there an Archbishop present? And let somebody fetch a throne!
'Long live King Yellow-cap! roared everybody. 'How do you like it? asked Ormund pleasantly. 'I feel about as I did before, replied the new King, in a slightly disappointed tone. 'How much does this crown weigh? Haven't you a lighter one? 'No; and you won't find that one grow any lighter, said Ormund, with a chuckle. 'But if you don't feel any difference I do! I am ten years younger already.
I recognise six of the portraits, but where is the seventh? He was the one whose face was the most ugly and disagreeable of all; but I don't see him here. 'He is here, said Ruba. Yellow-cap was going to ask, 'Where? but Gyp laid his hand upon his arm and whispered in his ear that he must not interrupt until the whole verse had run itself out. 'We have seen him, continued Dubb.
'Well, you have got the best of me, said the King, shrugging his shoulders good-humouredly, 'and I have only one regret. 'What may that be? Yellow-cap inquired. 'Only that, since you have got the best of me, I am prevented from enjoying the pleasure I had looked forward to of making you my successor. But, after all, it comes to the same thing in the end for you, at any rate.
Let the woman come down. Amidst a total silence, during which the Headsman was seen to feel the edge of his axe with his thumb keeping his right eye upon King Yellow-cap the while, and the left upon the Home Doggerel the veiled woman got down from the cart and came forward to the donkey which served the King as a throne. Here she dropped a curtsey.
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