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The Whipping Boy
In the afternoon Tom had a few moments to himself, and a lad of
about twelve years of age was brought in to him. He came up to Tom
with his head bowed and fell on one knee before him. Tom sat still and
looked at the lad in silence a moment. Then he said:
Rise, lad! Who are you? What do you want?
The boy rose and said:
You must remember me, My Lord. I am your whipping boy.
My whipping boy?
Yes, My Lord. I am Humphrey Marlow.
Tom did not know what to do or to say.
It seems to me that I remember you, he said at last. But I cannot
remember everything, as I am ill.
Oh, my poor master, cried the whipping boy, thinking to himself:
It is true he is mad, the poor fellow. But I forget I was told not
to notice that anything was wrong with him.
I often forget many things these days, said Tom. But pay no
attention to it. Just tell me what you want.
Two days ago when Your Majesty мейд three mistakes in your
Greek composition in the morning lessons do you remember it?
Yes, I think I do, answered Tom, thinking: This is not so far
from the truth. If / had been having a composition in Greek, I should
have мейд not three mistakes, but thirty.
My Lord, your teacher promised to whip me for it and ...
Whip you? Tom cried in surprise. Why did he want to whip you
for my mistakes?
Ah, My Lord, he always whips you when you dont know your
lessons.
True, true I have forgotten, said Tom. Since you help me to
do my lessons, he says that you dont teach me well enough, and if I
make a mistake ...
Teach You, My Lord? I, the humblest of your servants? Never! But
this is how it is: nobody may strike the Prince of Wales, so when he
makes mistakes, I his whipping boy get the blows. It is my work
and I get the wages for it.
And have they beaten you, my poor friend?
No, Your Majesty, they were going to beat me today, but they
didnt do it because of the death of the king. Now you are no more
Prince of Wales, you are the King of England, and I am afraid that now
you will throw all your books away, because nobody can tell you now
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what to do and what not to do. Then I am lost and my poor sisters with
me.
Lost? Why?
My back is my bread. Oh, My Lord! If you stop studying, you
wont need any whipping boy and I shall have no work. Dont turn me
away.
Tom was sorry for the boy. Besides, he thought the boy could be
useful in the future because he lived in the palace and knew a lot. He
said:
Rise, Humphrey Marlow, you and your children will always have
the post of whipping boy at the royal house of England. Very soon I
shall take my books again and study so badly that you will get money
three times more than before.
Oh, thank you, My Lord! Now 1 shall be happy as long as I live,
cried out the boy.
Tom asked Humphrey to talk about the people in the palace and the
princes lessons in the schoolroom. By the end of an hour he knew a lot
of things about the prince; so he decided to talk with Humphrey more
the other day.
(From the Prince and the Pauper by Mark Twain)