change of linen.
It was no fault of his. He was a very young king when he came into his
heritage, and it was already dwindled to these proportions. Once his
fathers had owned a beautiful city on the banks of the Adur, and all
the lands to the north and the west were theirs, for a matter of
several miles indeed, including many strange things that were on them:
such as the Wapping Thorp, the Huddle Stone, the Bush Hovel where a
Wise Woman lived, and the Guess Gate; likewise those two communities
known as the Doves and the Hawking Sopers, whose ways of life were as
opposite as the Poles. The Doves were simple men, and religious; but
the Hawking Sopers were indeed a wild and rowdy crew, and it is said
that the King's father had hunted and drunk with them until his estates
were gambled away and his affairs decayed of neglect, and nothing was
left at last but the solitary Barn which marked the northern boundary
of his possessions. And here, when his father was dead, our young King
sat on a tussock of hay with his golden crown on his head and his
golden scepter in his hand, and ate bread and cheese thrice a day,
throwing the rind to the rats and the crumbs to the swallows. His name
was William, and beyond the rats and the swallows he had no other
company than a nag called Pepper, whom he fed daily from the tussock he
sat on.

But at the end of a week he said:

"It is a dull life. What should a King do in a Barn?"

So saying, he pulled the last handful of hay from under him, rising up
quickly before he had time to fall down, and gave it to his nag; and
next he tied up his scepter and crown with his change of linen in a
blue handkerchief; and last he fetched a rope and a sack and put them
on Pepper for bridle and saddle, and rode out of the Barn leaving the
door to swing.

"Let us go south, Pepper," said he, "for it is warmer to ride into the
sun than away from it, and so we shall visit my Father's lands that
might have been mine."

South they went, with the great Downs ahead of them, and who knew what
beyond? And first they came to the Hawking Sopers, who when they saw
William approaching tumbled out of their dwelling with a great racket,
crying to him to come and drink and play with them.

"Not I," said he. "For so I should lose my Barn to you, and such as it
is it is a shelter, and my only one. But tell me, if you can, what
should a King do in a Barn?"

"He should dance in it," said they, and went laughing and singi