The Prince and the Pauper
and-by the men finished and went away, fastening the door
behind them and taking the lantern with them. The shivering King made for
the blankets, with as good speed as the darkness would allow; gathered them up,
and then groped his way safely to the stall. Of two of the blankets he
made a bed, then covered himself with the remaining two. He was a glad
monarch, now, though the blankets were old and thin, and not quite warm enough;
and besides gave out a pungent horsey odour that was almost suffocatingly
powerful.
Although the King was hungry and chilly, he was also so
tired and so drowsy that these latter influences soon began to get the
advantage of the former, and he presently dozed off into a state of
semi-consciousness. Then, just as he was on the point of losing himself
wholly, he distinctly felt something touch him! He was broad awake in a
moment, and gasping for breath. The cold horror of that mysterious touch
in the dark almost made his heart stand still. He lay motionless, and
listened, scarcely breathing. But nothing stirred, and there was no
sound. He continued to listen, and wait, during what seemed a long time,
but still nothing stirred, and there was no sound. So he began to drop
into a drowse once more, at last; and all at once he felt that mysterious touch
again! It was a grisly thing, this light touch from this noiseless and
invisible presence; it made the boy sick with ghostly fears. What should
he do? That was the question; but he did not know how to answer it.
Should he leave these reasonably comfortable quarters and fly from this
inscrutable horror? But fly whither? He could not get out of the
barn; and the idea of scurrying blindly hither and thither in the dark, within
the captivity of the four walls, with this phantom gliding after him, and
visiting him with that soft hideous touch upon cheek or shoulder at every turn,
was intolerable. But to stay where he was, and endure this living death
all night—was that better? No. What, then, was there left to
do? Ah, there was but one course; he knew it well—he must put out his
hand and find that thing!