Drilling the King ON the morning of the fourth day,when it was just sunrise,and we had been tramping an hour in the chill dawn,I came to a resolution:the king MUST be drilled;things could not go on so,he must be taken in hand and deliberately and conscientiously drilled,or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling;the very cats would know this masquerader for a humbug and no peasant.So I called a halt and said:
"Sire,as between clothes and countenance,you are all right,there is no discrepancy;but as between your clothes and your bearing,you are all wrong,there is a most noticeable discrepancy.Your soldierly stride,your lordly port --these will not do.You stand too straight,your looks are too high,too confident.The cares of a kingdom do not stoop the shoulders,they do not droop the chin,they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance,they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching body and unsure step.It is the sordid cares of the lowly born that do these things.You must learn the trick;you must imitate the trademarks of poverty,misery,oppression,insult,and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters,or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise,and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at.Pray try to walk like this."The king took careful note,and then tried an imitation.
"Pretty fair --pretty fair.Chin a little lower,please --there,very good.Eyes too high;pray don't look at the horizon,look at the ground,ten steps in front of you.Ah --that is better,that is very good.Wait,please;you betray too much vigor,too much decision;you want more of a shamble.Look at me,please --this is what I mean......Now you are getting it;that is the idea --at least,it sort of approaches it......Yes,that is pretty fair.BUT!There is a great big something wanting,I don't quite know what it is.Please walk thirty yards,so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now,then --your head's right,speed's right,shoulders right,eyes right,chin right,gait,carriage,general style right --everything's right!And yet the fact remains,the aggregate's wrong.The account don't balance.Do it again,please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is.
Yes,I've struck it.You see,the genuine spiritlessness is wanting;that's what's the trouble.It's all AMATUEUR --mechanical details all right,almost to a hair;everything about the delusion perfect,except that it don't delude.""What,then,must one do,to prevail?"
"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it.In fact,there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice.This is a good place for it:roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait,a region not liable to interruption,only one field and one hut in sight,and they so far away that nobody could see us from there.It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you,sire."After the drill had gone on a little while,I said:
"Now,sire,imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder,and the family are before us.Proceed,please --accost the head of the house."The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument,and said,with frozen austerity:
"Varlet,bring a seat;and serve to me what cheer ye have.""Ah,your grace,that is not well done."
"In what lacketh it?"
"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets.""Nay,is that true?"
"Yes;only those above them call them so.""Then must I try again.I will call him villein.""No-no;for he may be a freeman."
"Ah --so.Then peradventure I should call him goodman.""That would answer,your grace,but it would be still better if you said friend,or brother.""Brother!--to dirt like that?"
