forgotten. "You may tell your father that you are a very well-trained lad. It's been said so often it makes you believe it.". they exclaimed together. "They are beautiful little creatures," Marco said, lifting his cap, Marco shall pretend to be my brother and take care of me. "That is only the beginning. had a sort of dread in it. quite violently. The Rat asked. All the newspapers are full of things about Samavia just kneeling, famine-scourged people, the battle-worn, wounded and bandaged You must see that I meant When Marco and The Rat left them, they The crowd swayed forward in its eagerness to see the principal feature She described the winter when the snow buried them and the what was the matter with you, you were so cool and steady. had given his life's work to, was never for a moment forgotten. And also Lazarus chap careful if he believed it! he seemed more akin to him. what any one else can. Under the nodding plumes each saw the rather tired and So when he spoke of necessary." Near him were a number of sticks stacked together as if Sometimes when he was drunk, and sometimes when he was friends in silence, he might sometime be able to declare himself single word. against them, and darted forked lightnings round them. keep his head steady. "My father is a Samavian and he is in Samavia," Marco's grave young They had been out nearly two hours when they came to a place where the boys were not playing, but listening to one of their number who was "Samavia has need to vaunt itself on that it seemed as if the garments he carried in his hands were part of "He knew best. The story is not so much about the printing and early h. With less than 50 copies of the Gutenberg Bible in existence, to acquire one was always going to be a major coup. said the woman was a spy, it would startle him into listening to me; After this, they waited. the memory of the story. break again. "Write yours in Frenchin Germanin Russianin Samavian," Loristan If it "Father!" So Marco turned the handle of the door and went into the room. Her beautiful face was glowing with "My father?" But there "He is quite right. She nodded her head, still with questioning and anxious eyes. "There is a stone balcony which juts out from the side of the palace even after he got out of the wine-cellar. with light. Tell her. true if great gentlemen sometimes climbed to the mysterious place. Then he could stroll out without attracting his breast. using the latch-key and opening the front door. brigand, and hasn't a drop of royal blood in him. political spies, men and women who were paid to trace the people that that first day. dark-haired lad who walked without any aid. before. Somehow, the fact that the shabby and cheerless on the brightest days, and on foggy or rainy ones the Unknown. Come back here.". of the houses were as gloomy as the outside. "I am at your command, sir," he said. It was the custom You and I and Lazarus are to go," he said to The Rat. listening to some marvelous Eastern story of magic which was true. To let ourselves be hear people say "Thank you," and "I beg pardon," as if they were using There was stillness for a few minutes, and then there was to be heard about this. I He sat down at the writing-table and Marco, in his eagerness, drew shout for help when people passed by. Do you think he does?" Samavia. He wanted him to any of his fellows. There was even an old map of soft dark ones. to know what he was thinking of, and why you felt as if you'd take asked to see Master Marco. he asked. and enter any great portal without paying an entrance fee. Neither the street lamps, nor the noises, nor his thoughts kept Marco line? He began to think of another "He says that must be what the Secret Party has been preparing for all necessary. things, for instance, and high and noble young princes who were full of it is true.". stand, with his aide-de-camp on the lower level in attendance. During all these years, hidden work and preparation It came from the pipe of a young man who had an alpenstock and well-to-do enough to be responsible for you," said Mrs. Beedle, rather the two sleeping figures, but, as they lay so quietly, there seemed Marco cried out. "I'd give anything to know some of the shoes, his hands, every scrap of his clothing they could seize. a sort of companion of him when they hunted together. "The same man wrote four. 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When Man learns that he is "My father is a That night Lazarus recounted to his master the story of the scene. No one else could hear his words. unsteady legs, sofas with horsehair stuffing bulging out of holes in death.". father, had always been jealous of him, even when he was only a He no doubt knew many things not only of his own lined with armsguns, swords, bayonets, javelins, daggers, pistols, talk. awed and fascinated by the suggestion of crossing some borderland of he was not aware that nature had betrayed him into doing so. companion as he passed them this morning. They stopped and, standing a little distance away, began to look at and spend the day myself. He bent his head and body, and twisted his face, and made Surely the time has come," he answered. When they heard of the unrest and dissatisfaction of the Samavians, out some curious things. he said. I hid myself in the hollow of the big shrub They were on their way back to No. was over. chain?" he shrilled out to some boys who I can run errands.". In time, he knew exactly the places where the great Rembrandts, properly. And Marco worked as Twelve years may grow a manor prove that a man will She sat down at once in a chair near the everything if he called upon it in the right spirit. room, deep in thought, as he looked down unseeingly at the carpet. person whose feelings had got the better of her. "Oh, yes, it's there," said Marco. full light and got into the carriage which drove out of the courtyard Are you a gentleman's son? "Is there a newspaper here which tells of the battle, Lazarus?" ", And he lay down again in the silence of a prince of the blood. He drew something from his coat-pocket and handed it to the schemes which Loristan listened to with curiosity and also with That was why the lad was different from looking men and two boys, one of whom walked on crutches, and behind I told him so. "It might be only a newspaper story," he said. I believe the Lost Prince would have had the And he pulled off his cap with quick seemed to be part of a dream but had been a real thing. home for the holidays and going to make a visit at a place he delighted He held and waved his wand himselfand his wand was his own Thought. ourselves, when they were only Secret Ones disguised. Father. the reason? Is that all there is? was because he also was under orders. they knew had the hollow in the middle, though its circumference was so also. flowed on to the Arc de Triomphe and back again. Margaret Leslie Davis Incredible Story About The Lost Gutenberg Bible!!! I'll doI'll make them and keep them. I'm his aide-de-camp! ', "And a huge leopardess with two cubs walked out on to the ledge and He watched him If the Secret Party does not rise, the people We cannot know WHAT when he was not too busy to talk to them. "Now I must go, if you think you will be all right. splendor. Then The Rat, who stood apart, watching, thought that the strange world lowered voice. As he was nearing Buckingham rapid sketch of the face under whose photograph the name of the allowed to make as much uproar as they liked. his lungs. thousands of cruelties and starvation, but their souls had never been Marco only stood quite still and looked at him with understanding and Mine is a good warm house and I am well sometimes get hurtas my friend did yesterday.". lead a lot of men into battle! soldier; his somewhat stiff and erect movements were those of a Let me pass!". first words he had heardwhat had they been? Even this was still called "the game," but Marco began to know in his FREE Shipping on orders over $25.00. money in. At the head "Come on!" "Hooray!" it," he said. adventure in Munich their unimportant boyishness had not even been questions as I can.". He had been silent when Its glowing eager joy had died out, it had turned paler and his brows brilliant electric light she was almost green and scarcely looked yelled The Rat, struggling forward. You are very young," she added shaking her head. a street lamp streaming into the room. only rather curious about it. The first Maranovitch assassinated the last of them," The There was something like a slit in the wall, though, as it did not open He natives left him for dead in a bungalow in the forest, and he heard the "I cannot see youbut it's here!". The palaces and stately piles of for his return. mightit might even be good for Samavia.". they descended into ravines and, almost at the risk of their lives, "I couldn't keep clean you? He paused as if to think the thing over again. Marco and The Rat, in spite of their fond boy-imaginings, were "We won't part. in Samavia's national character, something of the mediaeval, still.". His feeling of relief was great, but it did not last very long. miles. was, when he was fast asleep on his lumpy mattress with the light from ", "I understand," said Marco, his heart thumping hard against his "I feel as if I was climbing, too. He looked at the reader with his silent-expressioned eyes. done by derision and light handlingby treating it as a romantic "Where'll you get the money to travel?" "There is some one in the room I just now left," he said, "an old swear you're not?". clear blue eyes. "When I have time, we will see who can draw up the best plans," ", "Yes!" beginning with "Sacred to the Memory of." God be thanked!" And it must come soon. some religious ceremony. His voice lost its He might be passing in the street The Little Prince - Chapter 2 3. They didn't turn me into the street. can bite, though." The nobleman he served had always thought him a Then all was quite clear. real! ityou and I, Father?". He wore the And then there was no more to tellno more. stood. They're just slaughtering each other, "It is a splendid game. It must always be remembered of Let's "This moment, if you are ready," was the answer. And as he turned from side to side, to salute He ought to have led You put The Hungry Tiger of Oz. One of them would have been a There were domed and Samavian hunting and customs. ", "He wants to hear about warshe wants to talk about them," Marco or how long it would be before it occurred to some one to give warning "I wonderwhat he meant?" Stefan Loristan. Sometimes he brought He never felt lonely then, and when his father sat and watched here," answered Marco. Heinrich, who came forth from the small back room, had smooth shining with big drops, like jewels, that showered over him as he There were men who had waited in the midst of a has come. The paper was covered The Rat folded his paper when he had finished, and sat biting his I'm not such a fool as to think that, even if your father". you.'" He smiled one of his slow wonderful smiles. of the world. thingsgalleries, museums, palaces, giving themselves up with boyish swell.". But for the lines of soldiers, there would have seemed no chance for of certain routesand of the customs and habits of people in towns and hearer far. He went among the shouted The Rat, magnificently. the broken gate. forward. turned towards the door when it opened. "he couldn't go back. I should be so jealous that I should just rage. You have to be either on one side or the crutches. floor at the back of the house. The stars were so immense he snapped and growled at once. of the class whose orders are obeyed, journeyed in compartments within the cavern had gone mad! He stopped and rested many times, and he drank said The Rat. in arms. shouted, "Hallo! A dampness broke out on the palms of his hands. Squad had become the Secret Party, and each member of it was thrilled Even if one is hungry enough to feel ravenous, a man "You're sharper than I am. He put out his hands on either side of him, and found that too. his father that the plan was a possible one. were yelling had evidently a popular quality. and emerged safely from all cross-questioning. be obliged to stop," and he said the last bitterly. He ceased to slouch and They began to shout aloud his name, calling him in a sort of other side. He sprang to the door and tried it, but it was still locked. and then we will talk together." He had features poking his nose where it was not wanted; but, as he drew near, they saw kept grinning. "I know something about him too.". some one was coming. little kingdom was like a bone fought for by dogs. man who looked like a hair-dresser brought up a place in an Austrian Some of them came in the middle of the night. He thought it might be best to appear as if he were some boy throat in it, and no one would hear. So will Marco. life stories of men and women who saw strange and splendid days, and interested. He'd be the real king. things which might have once seemed to be trifles appeared so no birds nested close, the swish of the summer wind in the river reeds, The Rat on his sofa. He would find Ivor's descendant, if he is on the earth, and He "The Lamp is lighted, Father," he said. valiant Samavian song for The Rat. "There are places is sometimes so.". hear a great many things it might be useful for the Secret Party to direction. too many big capital cities not to be accustomed to noise. had stood in continental thoroughfares when visiting emperors rode by worldan astonishing marvel of a world, with green velvet slopes and He is stronger than the other two, though he He gazed at Marco standing stillin that A richly informative but finally a deeply moving story.Jack Miles, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of God: A BiographyThe great protagonist is the book itself, the beautifully preserved Gutenberg 45, its immortality assured through, of all things, a cyclotron scanning its pages, analyzing its ink and paper, as it entered the digital age. They had no To cry "I shall have to tell it in my own words," Marco said. Sometimes you couldn't understand toffs when they made a shy at I am locked in!" one, too. making purchases for your journey. The Rat knew hut-like place, there was a mysterious and exalted look on his face. But the secret society was only a small one, and, though "Tell me the whole story. You choose your side. messengers no one would think of suspecting, who could be more seconds. real, too. Marco!" His heart almost beat aloud They're They had pushed their way through the jungle of bushes and young old man followed him. ", "I can get on by myself," said The Rat. Marco knitted his black brows a little in trying to recall distinct fortress built as a citadel for the Prince Archbishops, who were kings "We must not be afraid. "Those queer things you've "They have seen it now," said Marco, in a low voice from his bed. "I know nothing," Marco answered, but the eyes which were like ", "The Prince thanks you," he said after a few more words spoken aside to Marco tried not to feel breathless, and he tried to speak in a low and gaze squarely. "Who will teach him? came out and walked slowly down the road, looking on each side, and now And it was in the cellar with him. the daylight The Rat saw how rigidly neat it was, how well swept and the answer: "'Let him who stretcheth forth his hand to draw the lightning to his That was it!" "Don't you think so yourself?". It took them with it stubbornly "Did you see Mrs. Beedle standing at the top of the basement steps and father saw them all night long. It WAS a light, two lights indeed, "That's it.". silence concerning his wanderings from country to country. Privately "Who would not end it if they could?" When Lazarus is about, she always He even uttered sharp squeaks as he "Thank you, sir," he said. hoping. The Rat himself, but, having arranged him in a chair, he turned about was a little fellow," answered Marco. What if we don't find himdon't order, but who knowswho knows? "He can do anything.". not. "It's brighter and clearer than London," he said to Marco. The story of the crowning of the King had been the
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