"
"It is true," said the queen, as she stopped at the foot of the
steps and listened to the loud shouting which now became audible.
"One would think that a storm had been Sweeping over the ocean,
there is such a thundering sound. But you know, my son, that the
storms lie in God's hand, and that He protects those who trust in
Him. Think of that, my child, and do not be afraid!"
"Oh, I am not afraid!" cried the boy, and he sprang up the stairs
like a gazelle.
The queen quickened her steps a little, and seemed to be giving her
whole attention to her son, who went before her with such a happy
flow of spirits, and appeared to hear nothing of what was passing
around her. And yet, behind the fence which ran along the left side
of the Arcadia Walk all the way to the quay, was a dense mass of
people, head behind head, and all their blazing eyes were directed
at the queen, and words of hate, malediction, and threatening
followed her every step which she took forward.
"See, see," cried a woman, with dishevelled hair, which streamed out
from her round cap, and fell down over her red, angry face--" see,
that is the baker's woman, and the monkey that jumps in front of her
is the apprentice-boy! They can dress themselves up and be fine, for
all is well with them, and they can eat cakes, while we have to go
hungry.
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