CHAPTER XII

Henry VIII. and Anne Boleyn. - Disadvantages of living in same house with pair of lovers. - A trying time for the English nation. - A night search for the picturesque. - Homeless and houseless. - Harris prepares to die. - An angel comes along. - Effect of sudden joy on Harris. - A little supper. - Lunch. - High price for mustard. - A fearful battle. - Maidenhead. - Sailing. - Three fishers. - We are cursed.

I was sitting on the bank, conjuring up this scene to myself, when George remarked that when I was quite rested, perhaps I would not mind helping to wash up; and, thus recalled from the days of the glorious past to the prosaic present, with all its misery and sin, I slid down into the boat and cleaned out the frying-pan with a stick of wood and a tuft of grass, polishing it up finally with George\'s wet shirt.
We went over to Magna Charta Island, and had a look at the stone which stands in the cottage there and on which the great Charter is said to have been signed; though, as to whether it really was signed there, or, as some say, on the other bank at Runnymede, I decline to commit myself. As far as my own personal opinion goes, however, I am inclined to give weight to the popular island theory. Certainly, had I been one of the Barons, at the time, I should have strongly urged upon my comrades the advisability of our getting such a slippery customer as King John on to the island, where there was less chance of surprises and tricks.
There are the ruins of an old priory in the grounds of Ankerwyke House, which is close to Picnic Point, and it was round about the grounds of this old priory that Henry VIII is said to have waited for and met Anne Boleyn. He also used to meet her at Hever Castle in Kent, and also somewhere near St. Albans. It must have been difficult for the people of England in those days to have found a spot where these thoughtless young folk were not spooning.
Have you ever been in a house where there are a couple courting? It is most trying. You think you will go and sit in the drawing-room, and you march off there. As you open the door, you hear a noise as if somebody had suddenly recollected something, and, when you get in, Emily is over by the window, full of interest in the opposite side of the road, and your friend, John Edward, is at the other end of the room with his whole soul held in thrall by photographs of other people\'s relatives.
\"Oh!" you say, pausing at the door, "I didn\'t know anybody was here."
\"Oh! didn\'t you?" says Emily, coldly, in a tone which implies that she does not believe you.
You hang about for a bit, then you say:
"It\'s very dark. Why don\'t you light the gas?"
John Edward says, "Oh!" he hadn\'t noticed it; and Emily says that papa does not like the gas lit in the afternoon.
You tell them one or two items of news, and give them your views and opinions on the Irish question; but this does not appear to interest them. All they remark on any subject is, "Oh!" "Is it?" "Did he?" "Yes," and "You don\'t say so!" And, after ten minutes of such style of conversation, you edge up to the door, and slip out, and are surprised to find that the door immediately closes behind you, and shuts itself, without your having touched it.
Half an hour later, you think you will try a pipe in the conservatory. The only chair in the place is occupied by Emily; and John Edward, if the language of clothes can be relied upon, has evidently been sitting on the floor. They do not speak, but they give you a look that says all that can be said in a civilised community; and you back out promptly and shut the door behind you.
You are afraid to poke your nose into any room in the house now; so, after walking up and down the stairs for a while, you go and sit in your own bedroom. This becomes uninteresting, however, after a time, and so you put on your hat and stroll out into the garden. You walk down the path, and as you pass the summer-house you glance in, and there are those two young idiots, huddled up into one corner of it; and they see you, and are evidently under the idea that, for some wicked purpose of your own, you are following them about.
\"Why don\'t they have a special room for this sort of thing, and make people keep to it?" you mutter; and you rush back to the hall and get your umbrella and go out.
It must have been much like this when that foolish boy Henry VIII was courting his little Anne. People in Buckinghamshire would have come upon them unexpectedly when they were mooning round Windsor and Wraysbury, and have exclaimed, "Oh! you here!" and Henry would have blushed and said, "Yes; he\'d just come over to see a man;" and Anne would have said, "Oh, I\'m so glad to see you! Isn\'t it funny? I\'ve just met Mr. Henry VIII in the lane, and he\'s going the same way I am."
Then those people would have gone away and said to themselves: "Oh! we\'d better get out of here while this billing and cooing is on. We\'ll go down to Kent."
And they would go to Kent, and the first thing they would see in Kent, when they got there, would be Henry and Anne fooling round Hever Castle.
\"Oh, drat this!" they would have said. "Here, let\'s go away. I can\'t stand any more of it. Let\'s go to St. Albans - nice quiet place, St. Albans."
And when they reached St. Albans, there would be that wretched couple, kissing under the Abbey walls. Then these folks would go and be pirates until the marriage was over.
From Picnic Point to Old Windsor Lock is a delightful bit of the river. A shady road, dotted here and there with dainty little cottages, runs by the bank up to the "Bells of Ouseley," a picturesque inn, as most up-river inns are, and a place where a very good glass of ale may be drunk - so Harris says; and on a matter of this kind you can take Harris\'s word. Old Windsor is a famous spot in its way. Edward the Confessor had a palace here, and here the great Earl Godwin was proved guilty by the justice of that age of having encompassed the death of the King\'s brother. Earl Godwin broke a piece of bread and held it in his hand.
\"If I am guilty," said the Earl, "may this bread choke me when I eat it!"
Then he put the bread into his mouth and swallowed it, and it choked him, and he died.
After you pass Old Windsor, the river is somewhat uninteresting, and does not become itself again until you are nearing Boveney. George and I towed up past the Home Park, which stretches along the right bank from Albert to Victoria Bridge; and as we were passing Datchet, George asked me if I remembered our first trip up the river, and when we landed at Datchet at ten o\'clock at night, and wanted to go to bed.
I answered that I did remember it. It will be some time before I forget it.
It was the Saturday before the August Bank Holiday. We were tired and hungry, we same three, and when we got to Datchet we took out the hamper, the two bags, and the rugs and coats, and such like things, and started off to look for diggings. We passed a very pretty little hotel, with clematis and creeper over the porch; but there was no honeysuckle about it, and, for some reason or other, I had got my mind fixed on honeysuckle, and I said:
"Oh, don\'t let\'s go in there! Let\'s go on a bit further, and see if there isn\'t one with honeysuckle over it."
So we went on till we came to another hotel. That was a very nice hotel, too, and it had honey-suckle on it, round at the side; but Harris did not like the look of a man who was leaning against the front door. He said he didn\'t look a nice man at all, and he wore ugly boots: so we went on further. We went a goodish way without coming across any more hotels, and then we met a man, and asked him to direct us to a few.
He said:
\"Why, you are coming away from them. You must turn right round and go back, and then you will come to the Stag."
We said:
\"Oh, we had been there, and didn\'t like it - no honeysuckle over it."
\"Well, then," he said, "there\'s the Manor House, just opposite. Have you tried that?"
Harris replied that we did not want to go there - didn\'t like the looks of a man who was stopping there - Harris did not like the colour of his hair, didn\'t like his boots, either.
\"Well, I don\'t know what you\'ll do, I\'m sure," said our informant; "because they are the only two inns in the place."
\"No other inns!" exclaimed Harris.
\"None," replied the man.
\"What on earth are we to do?" cried Harris.
Then George spoke up. He said Harris and I could get an hotel built for us, if we liked, and have some people made to put in. For his part, he was going back to the Stag.
The greatest minds never realise their ideals in any matter; and Harris and I sighed over the hollowness of all earthly desires, and followed George.
We took our traps into the Stag, and laid them down in the hall.
The landlord came up and said:
\"Good evening, gentlemen."
\"Oh, good evening," said George; "we want three beds, please."
\"Very sorry, sir," said the landlord; "but I\'m afraid we can\'t manage it."
\"Oh, well, never mind," said George, "two will do. Two of us can sleep in one bed, can\'t we?" he continued, turning to Harris and me.
Harris said, "Oh, yes;" he thought George and I could sleep in one bed very easily.
\"Very sorry, sir," again repeated the landlord: "but we really haven\'t got a bed vacant in the whole house. In fact, we are putting two, and even three gentlemen in one bed, as it is."
This staggered us for a bit.
But Harris, who is an old traveller, rose to the occasion, and, laughing cheerily, said:
"Oh, well, we can\'t help it. We must rough it. You must give us a shake-down in the billiard-room."
\"Very sorry, sir. Three gentlemen sleeping on the billiard-table already, and two in the coffee-room. Can\'t possibly take you in to-night."
We picked up our things, and went over to the Manor House. It was a pretty little place. I said I thought I should like it better than the other house; and Harris said, "Oh, yes," it would be all right, and we needn\'t look at the man with the red hair; besides, the poor fellow couldn\'t help having red hair.
Harris spoke quite kindly and sensibly about it.
The people at the Manor House did not wait to hear us talk. The landlady met us on the doorstep with the greeting that we were the fourteenth party she had turned away within the last hour and a half. As for our meek suggestions of stables, billiard-room, or coal-cellars, she laughed them all to scorn: all these nooks had been snatched up long ago.
Did she know of any place in the whole village where we could get shelter for the night?
\"Well, if we didn\'t mind roughing it - she did not recommend it, mind - but there was a little beershop half a mile down the Eton road - "
We waited to hear no more; we caught up the hamper and the bags, and the coats and rugs, and parcels, and ran. The distance seemed more like a mile than half a mile, but we reached the place at last, and rushed, panting, into the bar.
The people at the beershop were rude. They merely laughed at us. There were only three beds in the whole house, and they had seven single gentlemen and two married couples sleeping there already. A kind-hearted bargeman, however, who happened to be in the tap-room, thought we might try the grocer\'s, next door to the Stag, and we went back.
The grocer\'s was full. An old woman we met in the shop then kindly took us along with her for a quarter of a mile, to a lady friend of hers, who occasionally let rooms to gentlemen.
This old woman walked very slowly, and we were twenty minutes getting to her lady friend\'s. She enlivened the journey by describing to us, as we trailed along, the various pains she had in her back.
Her lady friend\'s rooms were let. From there we were recommended to No. 27. No. 27 was full, and sent us to No. 32, and 32 was full.
Then we went back into the high road, and Harris sat down on the hamper and said he would go no further. He said it seemed a quiet spot, and he would like to die there. He requested George and me to kiss his mother for him, and to tell all his relations that he forgave them and died happy.
At that moment an angel came by in the disguise of a small boy (and I cannot think of any more effective disguise an angel could have assumed), with a can of beer in one hand, and in the other something at the end of a string, which he let down on to every flat stone he came across, and then pulled up again, this producing a peculiarly unattractive sound, suggestive of suffering.
We asked this heavenly messenger (as we discovered him afterwards to be) if he knew of any lonely house, whose occupants were few and feeble (old ladies or paralysed gentlemen preferred), who could be easily frightened into giving up their beds for the night to three desperate men; or, if not this, could he recommend us to an empty pigsty, or a disused limekiln, or anything of that sort. He did not know of any such place - at least, not one handy; but he said that, if we liked to come with him, his mother had a room to spare, and could put us up for the night.
We fell upon his neck there in the moonlight and blessed him, and it would have made a very beautiful picture if the boy himself had not been so over-powered by our emotion as to be unable to sustain himself under it, and sunk to the ground, letting us all down on top of him. Harris was so overcome with joy that he fainted, and had to seize the boy\'s beer-can and half empty it before he could recover consciousness, and then he started off at a run, and left George and me to bring on the luggage.
It was a little four-roomed cottage where the boy lived, and his mother - good soul! - gave us hot bacon for supper, and we ate it all - five pounds - and a jam tart afterwards, and two pots of tea, and then we went to bed. There were two beds in the room; one was a 2ft. 6in. truckle bed, and George and I slept in that, and kept in by tying ourselves together with a sheet; and the other was the little boy\'s bed, and Harris had that all to himself, and we found him, in the morning, with two feet of bare leg sticking out at the bottom, and George and I used it to hang the towels on while we bathed.
We were not so uppish about what sort of hotel we would have, next time we went to Datchet.


VOCABULARY:
advisability: desirability
ale: beer
bargeman: a man working or living on the barge (barge: barka)
bill and coo: if two lovers are billing and cooing they are kissing and talking softly
choke: (choking, choked) dławić się
clematis: a plant with spreading branches and white and yellow flowers
come across: find
commit yourself: to say that you will definitely do sth
conservatory: oranżeria
court: (courting, courted) zalecać się
creeper: a plant that grows up trees or walls or along the ground, pnącze
dainty: graceful
diggings: a place where people are digging for metal, especially gold
disguise: przebranie
drat: (old-fashioned) used to say when you are annoyed
edge up: (edges, edging) move somewhere carefully with slow movements
encompass: (encompassing, encompassed) cover
enliven: (enlivening, enlivened) make livelier, cheer up
feeble: weak, frail
fool round: to waste time behaving in a silly way
give up: renounce, quit
hollowness: emptiness
honeysuckle: a climbing plant with pleasant-smelling yellow or pink flowers
inclined: tending, liable
moon round: (mooning, mooned) to spend time lazily, moving around with no real purpose
mutter: (muttering, muttered) mamrotać
panting: out of breath
pigsty: chlew
poke: (poking, poked) wpychać, wystawić
porch: weranda, ganek
priory: klasztor
promptly: quickly
put sb up: przenocować
rough it: to live for a short period of time in uncomfortable conditions
scorn: ridicule
shake-down: a place prepared as a bed on the floor
slip out: (slipping, slipped) wydostać się
slippery customer: someone you cannot trust
spoon: (spooning, spooned) to lie next to each other one person’s front facing the other person’s back
spot: place
stagger: (staggering, staggered) shock
thoughtless: careless
thrall: (in sb’s thrall) controlled or strongly influences by sth or sb
trail: (trailing, trailed) follow
uppish: behaving as if you were more important than you really are
urge: (urging, urged) advise, advocate
vacant: free, available
wretched: pitiful


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