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Her habitation was swept away, and herself and child left shelterless.'

'Methinks the power to do herself so ill a turn was dearly bought.

She had been cheated, had she paid but a farthing for it; that she paid her soul, and her child's, argueth that she is mad; if she is mad she knoweth not what she doth, therefore sinneth not.'

The elderly heads nodded recognition of Tom's wisdom once more, and one individual murmured, 'An the king be mad himself, according to report, then it is a madness of a sort that would improve the sanity of some I wot of, if by the gentle providence of God they could but catch it.'

'What age hath the child?' asked Tom.

'Nine years, please your majesty.'

'By the law of England may a child enter into covenant and sell itself, my lord?' asked Tom, turning to a learned judge.

'The law doth not permit a child to make or meddle in any weighty matter, good my liege, holding that its callow wit unfitteth it to cope with the riper wit and evil schemings of them that are its elders. The devil may buy a child, if he so choose, and the child agree thereto, but not an Englishman- in this latter case the contract would be null and void.'

'It seemeth a rude unchristian thing, and ill contrived, that English law denieth privileges to Englishmen, to waste them on the devil!' cried Tom, with honest heat.

This novel view of the matter excited many smiles, and was stored away in many heads to be repeated about the court as evidence of Tom's originality as well as progress toward mental health.

The elder culprit had ceased from sobbing, and was hanging upon Tom's words with an excited interest and a growing hope. Tom noticed this, and it strongly inclined his sympathies toward her in her perilous and unfriended situation. Presently he asked:

'How wrought they, to bring the storm?'

'By pulling off their stockings, sire.'

This astonished Tom, and also fired his curiosity to fever heat.

He said eagerly:

'It is wonderful! Hath it always this dread effect?'

'Always, my liege- at least if the woman desire it, and utter the needful words, either in her mind or with her tongue.'

Tom turned to the woman, and said with impetuous zeal:

'Exert thy power- I would see a storm.'

There was a sudden paling of cheeks in the superstitious assemblage, and a general, though unexpressed, desire to get out of the place- all of which was lost upon Tom, who was dead to everything but the proposed cataclysm. Seeing a puzzled and astonished look in the woman's face, he added, excitedly:

'Never fear- thou shalt be blameless. More- thou shalt go free-none shall touch thee. Exert thy power.'

'O, my lord the king, I have it not- I have been falsely accused.'

'Thy fears stay thee. Be of good heart, thou shalt suffer no harm.

Make a storm- it mattereth not how small a one- I require naught great or harmful, but indeed prefer the opposite- do this and thy life is spared- thou shalt go out free, with thy child, bearing the king's pardon, and safe from hurt or malice from any in the realm.'

The woman prostrated herself, and protested, with tears, that she had no power to do the miracle, else she would gladly win her child's life alone, and be content to lose her own, if by obedience to the king's command so precious a grace might be acquired.

Tom urged- the woman still adhered to her declarations. Finally, he said:

'I think the woman hath said true. An my mother were in her place and gifted with the devil's functions, she had not stayed a moment to call her storms and lay the whole land in ruins, if the saving of my forfeit life were the price she got! It is argument that other mothers are made in like mold. Thou art free, good wife-thou and thy child- for I do think thee innocent. Now thou'st naught to fear, being pardoned- pull off thy stockings!- an thou canst make me a storm, thou shalt be rich!'

The redeemed creature was loud in her gratitude, and proceeded to obey, while Tom looked on with eager expectancy, a little marred by apprehension; the courtiers at the same time manifesting decided discomfort and uneasiness. The woman stripped her own feet and her little girl's also, and plainly did her best to reward the king's generosity with an earthquake, but it was all a failure and a disappointment. Tom sighed and said:

'There, good soul, trouble thyself no further, thy power is departed out of thee. Go thy way in peace; and if it return to thee at any time, forget me not, but fetch me a storm.'*(13)