Twilight Land by Howard Pyle Page B

poor friend!’”
    It was all just as the princess had said.
    The king was walking in the garden, with his courtiers and ministers about him. Beppo came to him, and the king, as he always did, laid his hand upon Beppo’s shoulder and whispered in his ear: “A word, a word, only a few words; if they be spoken ill, they are ill; if they be spoken well, they are more precious than gold and jewels.”
    While the king was saying these words to Beppo, Beppo was looking fixedly at the prime-minister. While he did so he shook his head three times. Then he bowed low and walked away.
    He had not gone twenty paces before some one tapped him upon the arm; it was the prime-minister. Beppo gazed fixedly at him. “Alas, my poor friend!” said he.
    The prime-minister turned pale. “It was, then, as I thought,” said he. “The king spoke about me. Will you not tell me what he said?”
    Beppo shook his head. “Alas, my poor friend!” said he, and then he walked on.
    The prime-minister still followed him.
    “My lord,” said he, “I have been aware that his majesty has not been the same to me for more than a week past. If it was about the princess, pray tell his majesty that I meant nothing ill when I spoke of her to him.”
    Beppo shook his head. “Alas, my poor friend!” he said.
    The prime-minister’s lips trembled. “My lord,” said he, “I have always had the kindest regard for you, and if there is anything in my power that I can do for you I hope you will command me. I know how much you are in his majesty’s confidence. Will you not speak a few words to set the matter straight?”
    Beppo again shook his head. “Alas, my poor friend!” said he, and then he got upon his horse and rode away.
    Three days passed.
    “This morning,” said the princess, “when you go to the king, look at the prime-minister when the king speaks to you, and smile. The prime-minister will again speak to you, and this time say, ‘It is well, and I wish you joy.’ Take what he gives you, for it will be of use.”
    Again all happened just as the princess said.
    Beppo came to the palace, and again the king whispered inhis ear. As he did so Beppo looked at the prime-minister and smiled, and then he withdrew.
    The prime-minister followed him. He trembled. “It is well,” said Beppo, “and I wish you joy.”
    The prime-minister grasped his hand and wrung it. “My lord,” said he, “how can I express my gratitude! The palace of my son that stands by the river—I would that you would use it for your own, if I may be so bold as to offer it to you.”
    “I will,” said Beppo, “use it as my own.”
    The prime-minister wrung his hand again, and then Beppo rode away.
    The next time that Beppo spoke to the king, at the princess’s bidding, he looked at the lord-treasurer, and said, as he had said to the prime-minister, “Alas, my poor friend!”
    When he rode away he left the lord-treasurer as white as ashes to the very lips.
    Three days passed, and then, while the king talked to Beppo, Beppo looked at the lord-treasurer and smiled.
    The lord-treasurer followed him to the door of the palace.
    “It is well, and I wish you joy,” said Beppo.
    The treasurer offered him a fortune.
    The next time it was the same with the captain of the guards. First Beppo pitied him, and then he wished him joy.
    “My lord,” said the captain of the guards, “my services are yours at any time.”
    Then the same thing happened to the governor of the city, then to this lord, and then to that lord.
    Beppo grew rich and powerful beyond measure.
    Then one day the princess said: “Now we will go into the town, and to the palace of the prime-minister’s son, which the prime-minister gave you, for the time is ripe for the end.”
       In a few days all the court knew that Beppo was living like a prince in the prime-minister’s palace. The king began to wonder what it all meant, and how all such good-fortune had come to Beppo. He had grown very tired of always