. Danny again; further adventures of "Danny the detective," . beside him which filled him with fear. He 132 THE BISHOPS STORY was beginning to rear, and the Court lookedon in dismay. Had the Prince sent a wild,unbroken horse as a gift to their King? *Then something strange happened. Alittle stable boy, who had come to the feast,stepped forward out of the crowd. Bowinglow before the King, he said that he knew whythe horse was afraid and would not standbefore his Majesty. The King, who was always willing to hearthe opinion of his very lowest vassal if it wasworth hearing, gave orders that the ro
. Danny again; further adventures of "Danny the detective," . beside him which filled him with fear. He 132 THE BISHOPS STORY was beginning to rear, and the Court lookedon in dismay. Had the Prince sent a wild,unbroken horse as a gift to their King? *Then something strange happened. Alittle stable boy, who had come to the feast,stepped forward out of the crowd. Bowinglow before the King, he said that he knew whythe horse was afraid and would not standbefore his Majesty. The King, who was always willing to hearthe opinion of his very lowest vassal if it wasworth hearing, gave orders that the royalgroom should give the white horse into thecharge of the little stable boy. Bowing low,the groom withdrew, and the boy took thegolden reins into his hands. Gradually heled the horse, still prancing wildly, away pastthe throne. Then some twenty yards on hestopped, turned the horse round, and beganleading him back. It was as if a miracle hadbeen worked. The horse was perfectly quiet,and as he was led once more before the royalthrone he stood still and Gradually he led the horse, still prancing wildly, away pastthe throne THE N£w V(jpf^PUBLIC LIBRARY THE BISHOPS STORY 133 Well done, little stable boy! cried theKing, stepping from his golden dais and pat-ting the beautiful animals neck. But tellme, little friend, why was he afraid? Sire, said the boy, bending his knee, twas his own black shadow on the marblefloor he feared. I did but turn his face tothe sun, and the shadow is behind him, wherehe sees it not. How do you boys go through your day?asked the old Bishop, looking at each one withhis keen, kind eyes, that twinkled like littleblue jewels in his wrinkled face. Do yougo through the day filled with discontent?—trying first to avoid doing this disagreeablething, and then that one? Afraid of a littletrouble, a little pain, a little hardship? Doyou pull away every time your consciencesays, Tommy, come this way: do that?Do you jump about and shy, and try and runaway, l
Size: 1328px × 1881px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, bookpublishernewyo, bookyear1920
