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<h2> XIII. HOW QUEEN ROSALBA CAME TO THE CASTLE OF THE BOLD COUNT HOGGINARMO </h2>
<p>Her Majesty, having indeed nothing else to give, made all her followers
Knights of the Pumpkin, and Marquises, Earls, and Baronets; and they had a
little court for her, and made her a little crown of gilt paper, and a
robe of cotton velvet; and they quarrelled about the places to be given
away in her court, and about rank and precedence and dignities;—you
can’t think how they quarrelled! The poor Queen was very tired of her
honours before she had had them a month, and I dare say sighed sometimes
even to be a lady’s-maid again. But we must all do our duty in our
respective stations, so the Queen resigned herself to perform hers.</p>
<p>We have said how it happened that none of the Usurper’s troops came out to
oppose this Army of Fidelity: it pottered along as nimbly as the gout of
the principal commanders allowed: it consisted of twice as many officers
as soldiers: and at length passed near the estates of one of the most
powerful noblemen of the country, who had not declared for the Queen, but
of whom her party had hopes, as he was always quarrelling with King
Padella.</p>
<p>When they came close to his park gates, this nobleman sent to say he would
wait upon Her Majesty: he was a most powerful warrior, and his name was
Count Hogginarmo, whose helmet it took two strong negroes to carry. He
knelt down before her and said, ‘Madam and liege lady! it becomes the
great nobles of the Crimean realm to show every outward sign of respect to
the wearer of the Crown, whoever that may be. We testify to our own
nobility in acknowledging yours. The bold Hogginarmo bends the knee to the
first of the aristocracy of his country.’</p>
<p>Rosalba said, ‘The bold Count of Hogginarmo was uncommonly kind.’ But she
felt afraid of him, even while he was kneeling, and his eyes scowled at
her from between his whiskers, which grew up to them.</p>
<p>‘The first Count of the Empire, madam,’ he went on, ‘salutes the
Sovereign. The Prince addresses himself to the not more noble lady! Madam,
my hand is free, and I offer it, and my heart and my sword to your
service! My three wives lie buried in my ancestral vaults. The third
perished but a year since; and this heart pines for a consort! Deign to be
mine, and I swear to bring to your bridal table the head of King Padella,
the eyes and nose of his son Prince Bulbo, the right hand and ears of the
usurping Sovereign of Paflagonia, which country shall thenceforth be an
appanage to your—to OUR Crown! Say yes; Hogginarmo is not accustomed
to be denied. Indeed I cannot contemplate the possibility of a refusal:
for frightful will be the result; dreadful the murders; furious the
devastations; horrible the tyranny; tremendous the tortures, misery,
taxation, which the people of this realm will endure, if Hogginarmo’s
wrath be aroused! I see consent in Your Majesty’s lovely eyes—their
glances fill my soul with rapture!’</p>
<p>‘Oh, sir!’ Rosalba said, withdrawing her hand in great fright. ‘Your
Lordship is exceedingly kind; but I am sorry to tell you that I have a
prior attachment to a young gentleman by the name of—Prince Giglio—and
never—never can marry any one but him.’</p>
<p>Who can describe Hogginarmo’s wrath at this remark? Rising up from the
ground, he ground his teeth so that fire flashed out of his mouth, from
which at the same time issued remarks and language, so LOUD, VIOLENT, AND
IMPROPER, that this pen shall never repeat them! ‘R-r-r-r-rr—Rejected!
Fiends and perdition! The bold Hogginarmo rejected! All the world shall
hear of my rage; and you, madam, you above all shall rue it!’ And kicking
the two negroes before him, he rushed away, his whiskers streaming in the
wind.</p>
<p>Her Majesty’s Privy Council was in a dreadful panic when they saw
Hogginarmo issue from the royal presence in such a towering rage, making
footballs of the poor negroes—a panic which the events justified.
They marched off from Hogginarmo’s park very crestfallen; and in another
half-hour they were met by that rapacious chieftain with a few of his
followers, who cut, slashed, charged, whacked, banged, and pommelled
amongst them, took the Queen prisoner, and drove the Army of Fidelity to I
don’t know where.</p>
<p>Poor Queen! Hogginarmo, her conqueror, would not condescend to see her.
‘Get a horse-van!’ he said to his grooms, ‘clap the hussy into it, and
send her, with my compliments, to His Majesty King Padella.’</p>
<p>Along with his lovely prisoner, Hogginarmo sent a letter full of servile
compliments and loathsome flatteries to King Padella, for whose life, and
that of his royal family, the HYPOCRITICAL HUMBUG pretended to offer the
most fulsome prayers. And Hogginarmo promised speedily to pay his humble
homage at his august master’s throne, of which he begged leave to be
counted the most loyal and constant defender. Such a WARY old BIRD as King
Padella was not to be caught by Master Hogginarmo’s CHAFF and we shall
hear presently how the tyrant treated his upstart vassal. No, no; depend
on’s, two such rogues do not trust one another.</p>
<p>So this poor Queen was laid in the straw like Margery Daw, and driven
along in the dark ever so many miles to the Court, where King Padella had
now arrived, having vanquished all his enemies, murdered most of them, and
brought some of the richest into captivity with him for the purpose of
torturing them and finding out where they had hidden their money.</p>
<p>Rosalba heard their shrieks and groans in the dungeon in which she was
thrust; a most awful black hole, full of bats, rats, mice, toads, frogs,
mosquitoes, bugs, fleas, serpents, and every kind of horror. No light was
let into it, otherwise the gaolers might have seen her and fallen in love
with her, as an owl that lived up in the roof of the tower did, and a cat,
you know, who can see in the dark, and having set its green eyes on
Rosalba, never would be got to go back to the turnkey’s wife to whom it
belonged. And the toads in the dungeon came and kissed her feet, and the
vipers wound round her neck and arms, and never hurt her, so charming was
this poor Princess in the midst of her misfortunes.</p>
<p>At last, after she had been kept in this place EVER SO LONG, the door of
the dungeon opened, and the terrible KING PADELLA came in.</p>
<p>But what he said and did must be reserved for another chapter, as we must
now back to Prince Giglio.</p>
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