I wanted to see the man,after hearing all this.He was thirty-four years old,and looked sixty.He sat upon a squared block of stone,with his head bent down,his forearms resting on his knees,his long hair hanging like a fringe before his face,and he was muttering to himself.He raised his chin and looked us slowly over,in a listless dull way,blinking with the distress of the torchlight,then dropped his head and fell to muttering again and took no further notice of us.There were some pathetically suggestive dumb witnesses present.On his wrists and ankles were cicatrices,old smooth scars,and fastened to the stone on which he sat was a chain with manacles and fetters attached;but this apparatus lay idle on the ground,and was thick with rust.Chains cease to be needed after the spirit has gone out of a prisoner.
I could not rouse the man;so I said we would take him to her,and see --to the bride who was the fairest thing in the earth to him,once --roses,pearls,and dew made flesh,for him;a wonder-work,the master-work of nature:with eyes like no other eyes,and voice like no other voice,and a freshness,and lithe young grace,and beauty,that belonged properly to the creatures of dreams --as he thought --and to no other.The sight of her would set his stagnant blood leaping;the sight of her --But it was a disappointment.They sat together on the ground and looked dimly wondering into each other's faces a while,with a sort of weak animal curiosity;then forgot each other's presence,and dropped their eyes,and you saw that they were away again and wandering in some far land of dreams and shadows that we know nothing about.
I had them taken out and sent to their friends.The queen did not like it much.Not that she felt any personal interest in the matter,but she thought it disrespectful to Sir Breuse Sance Pite.However,I assured her that if he found he couldn't stand it I would fix him so that he could.
I set forty-seven prisoners loose out of those awful rat-holes,and left only one in captivity.He was a lord,and had killed another lord,a sort of kinsman of the queen.That other lord had ambushed him to assassinate him,but this fellow had got the best of him and cut his throat.However,it was not for that that I left him jailed,but for maliciously destroying the only public well in one of his wretched villages.The queen was bound to hang him for killing her kinsman,but I would not allow it:it was no crime to kill an assassin.But I said I was willing to let her hang him for destroying the well;so she concluded to put up with that,as it was better than nothing.
Dear me,for what trifling offenses the most of those forty-seven men and women were shut up there!Indeed,some were there for no distinct offense at all,but only to gratify somebody's spite;and not always the queen's by any means,but a friend's.The newest prisoner's crime was a mere remark which he had made.He said he believed that men were about all alike,and one man as good as another,barring clothes.He said he believed that if you were to strip the nation naked and send a stranger through the crowd,he couldn't tell the king from a quack doctor,nor a duke from a hotel clerk.Apparently here was a man whose brains had not been reduced to an ineffectual mush by idiotic training.I set him loose and sent him to the Factory.
