Bythistimetheappetitesoftheguestsseemedtobenearlysatisfied,andevenBrunohadtheresolutiontosay,whentheProfessorofferedhimafourthsliceofplum-pudding,“Ithinksthreehelpingsisenough!” SuddenlytheProfessorstartedasifhehadbeenelectrified. “Why,Ihadnearlyforgottenthemostimportantpartoftheentertainment! TheOtherProfessoristoreciteaTaleofaPig—ImeanaPig-Tale,”hecorrectedhimself. “IthasIntroductoryVersesatthebeginning,andattheend.” “Itca’n’thaveIntroductoryVersesattheend,canit?”saidSylvie. “Waittillyouhearit,”saidtheProfessor:“thenyou’llsee. Imnotsureithasn’tsomeinthemiddle,aswell.” Hereherosetohisfeet,andtherewasaninstantsilencethroughtheBanqueting-Hall:theyevidentlyexpectedaspeech. “Ladies,andgentlemen,”theProfessorbegan,“theOtherProfessorissokindastoreciteaPoem.Thetitleofitis’ThePig-Tale’.Heneverreciteditbefore!”(Generalcheeringamongtheguests.)“Hewillneverreciteitagain!” (Franticexcitement,andwildcheeringalldownthehall,theProfessorhimselfmountingthetableinhothaste,toleadthecheering,andwavinghisspectaclesinonehandandaspoonintheother.) ThentheOtherProfessorgotup,andbegan: Bydayandnighthemadehismoan— Itwouldhavestirredaheartofstone Toseehimwringhishoofsandgroan, AcertainCamelheardhimshout— ”Oh,isitGrief,orisitGout? Whatisthisbellowingabout?” ThatPigreplied,withquiveringsnout, ThatCamelscannedhim,dreamy-eyed. Thatwobbledsofromsidetoside— Whocould,howevermuchhetried, “Yetmarkthosetrees,twomilesaway, Ifyoucouldtrottheretwiceaday, Noreverpauseforrestorplay, Inthefarfuture—Whocansay— ThatCamelpassed,andlefthimthere, Oh,horridwasthatPig’sdespair! Hisshrieksofanguishfilledtheair. Hewrunghishoofs,herenthishair, TherewasaFrogthatwanderedby— Inspectedhimwithfishyeye, Andsaid“OPig,whatmakesyoucry?” AndbitterwasthatPig’sreply, ThatFroghegrinnedagrinofglee, ”OPig,”hesaid,“beruledbyme, Andyoushallseewhatyoushallsee. Thisminute,foratriflingfee, “Youmaybefaintfrommanyafall, But,ifyouperseverethroughall, Andpracticefirstonsomethingsmall, Concludingwithaten-footwall, You’llfindthatyoucanjump!” ThatPiglookedupwithjoyfulstart: Yourwordshavehealedmyinwardsmart— Come,nameyourfeeanddoyourpart: Bringcomforttoabrokenheart “Myfeeshallbeamutton-chop, Observewithwhatanairyflop Nowbendyourkneesandtakeahop, UprosethatPig,andrushed,fullwhack, Rolledoverlikeanemptysack Andsettleddownuponhisback Whileallhisbonesatoncewent“Crack!” WhentheOtherProfessorhadrecitedthisVerse,hewentacrosstothefire-place,andputhisheadupthechimney. Indoingthis,helosthisbalance,andfellheadfirstintotheemptygrate,andgotsofirmlyfixedtherethatitwassometimebeforehecouldbedraggedoutagain. Brunohadhadtimetosay“Ithoughthewantedtoseehowmanypeopleswasupthechimbley.” AndSylviehadsaid“Chimney—notchimbley.” AndBrunohadsaid“Don’ttalk‘ubbish!” Allthis,whiletheOtherProfessorwasbeingextracted. “Youmusthaveblackedyourface!”theEmpresssaidanxiously.“Letmesendforsomesoap?” “Thanks,no,”saidtheOtherProfessor,keepinghisfaceturnedaway.“Black’squitearespectablecolour.Besides,soapwouldbenousewithoutwater—” Keepinghisbackwellturnedawayfromtheaudience,hewentonwiththeIntroductoryVerses: ”Thanks!”theycry.“‘Tisthrilling! ThatCamelpassed,asDaygrewdim ”Obrokenheart!Obrokenlimb! Itneeds”,thatCamelsaidtohim ”Somethingmorefairy-likeandslim, ThatPiglaystillasanystone Norever,ifthetruthwereknown Noreverwringhishoofsandgroan, ThatFrogmadenoremark,forhe Heknewtheconsequencemustbe Thathewouldnevergethisfee— “It’samiserablestory!”saidBruno.“Itbeginsmiserably,anditendsmiserablier.IthinkIshallcry.Sylvie,pleaselendmeyourhandkerchief.” “Ihaven’tgotitwithme,”Sylviewhispered ‘ThenIwo’n’tcry,”saidBrunomanfully. TherearemoreIntroductoryVersestocome,”saidtheOtherProfessor,“butI’mhungry.” Hesatdown,cutalargesliceofcake,putitonBruno’splate,andgazedathisownemptyplateinastonishment “Wheredidyougetthatcake?”SylviewhisperedtoBruno. “Butyoushouldn’taskforthings!Youknowyoushouldn’t!” “Ididn’task,”saidBruno,takingafreshmouthful:“hegiveditme.” Sylvieconsideredthisforamoment:thenshesawherwayoutofit.“Well,then,askhimtogivemesome!” “Youseemtoenjoythatcake?”theProfessorremarked. “Doosthatmean‘munch’?”BrunowhisperedtoSylvie. Sylvienodded.“Itmeans‘tomunch’and‘toliketomunch’.” BrunosmiledattheProfessor.“Idoosenjoyit,”hesaid. TheOtherProfessorcaughttheword.“AndIhopeyou’reenjoyingyourself,littleMan?”heenquired. Bruno’slookofhorrorquitestartledhim.“No,indeedIaren’t!”hesaid. TheOtherProfessorlookedthoroughlypuzzled.“Well,well!”hesaid.“Trysomecowslipwine!”AndhefilledaglassandhandedittoBruno.“Drinkthis,mydear,andyou’llbequiteanotherman!” “WhoshallIbe?”saidBruno,pausingintheactofputtingittohislips. “Don’tasksomanyquestions!”Sylvieinterposed,anxioustosavethepooroldmanfromfurtherbewilderment.“SupposewegettheProfessortotellusastory.” Brunoadoptedtheideawithenthusiasm.Pleasedo.hecriedeagerly.“Sumfinabouttigers—andbumble-bees—androbin-redbreasts,ooknows!” “Whyshouldyoualwayshavelivethingsinstories?saidtheProfessor.“Whydon’tyouhaveevents,orcircumstances?” “Oh,pleaseinventastorylikethat!”criedBruno. TheProfessorbeganfluentlyenough.“Onceacoincidencewastakingawalkwithalittleaccident,andtheymetanexplanation—averyoldexplanation—sooldthatitwasquitedoubledup,andlookedmorelikeaconundrum—”hebrokeoffsuddenly. “Pleasegoon!”bothchildrenexclaimed. TheProfessormadeacandidconfession.“It’saverydifficultsorttoinvent,Ifind.SupposeBrunotellsonefirst.” Brunowasonlytoohappytoadoptthesuggestion. “OncetherewereaPig,andaAccordion,andtwojarsofOrange-marmalade—” “Thedramatispersonae,”murmuredtheProfessor.“Well,whatthen?” “So,whenthePigplayedontheAccordion,”Brunowenton,“oneoftheJarsofOrange-marmaladedidn’tlikethetune,andtheotherJarofOrange-marmaladedidlikethetune—IknowIshallgetconfusedamongthoseJarsofOrange-marmalade,Sylvie!”hewhisperedanxiously. “IwillnowrecitetheotherIntroductoryVerses,”saidtheOtherProfessor. Blessed,Isay,thoughbeaten— “Thenextthingtobedone”,theProfessorcheerfullyremarkedtotheLordChancellor,assoonastheapplause,causedbytherecitalofthePig-Tale,hadcometoanend,“istodrinktheEmperor’shealth,isitnot?” “Undoubtedly!”theLordChancellorrepliedwithmuchsolemnity,asherosetohisfeettogivethenecessarydirectionsfortheceremony.“Fillyourglasses!”hethundered.Alldidso,instantly.“DrinktheEmperor’shealth!” AgeneralgurglingresoundedallthroughtheHall.“ThreecheersfortheEmperor!” Thefaintestpossiblesoundfollowedthisannouncement:andtheChancellor,withadmirablepresenceofmind,instantlyproclaimed“AspeechfromtheEmperor!” TheEmperorhadbegunhisspeechalmostbeforethewordswereuttered. “HoweverunwillingtobeEmperor—sinceyouallwishmetobeEmperor—youknowhowbadlythelateWardenmanagedthings—withsuchenthusiasmasyouhaveshown—hepersecutedyou—hetaxedyoutooheavily—youknowwhoisfittestmantobeEmperor—mybrotherhadnosense—” Howlongthiscuriousspeechmighthavelasteditisimpossibletosay,forjustatthismomentahurricaneshookthepalacetoitsfoundations,burstingopenthewindows,extinguishingsomeofthelamps,andfillingtheairwithcloudsofdust,whichtookstrangeshapesintheair,andseemedtoformwords. Butthestormsubsidedassuddenlyasithadrisen—thecasementsswungintotheirplacesagain:thedustvanished:allwasasithadbeenaminuteago—withtheexceptionoftheEmperorandEmpress,overwhomhadcomeawondrouschange. Thevacantstare,themeaninglesssmile,hadpassedaway:allcouldseethatthesetwostrangebeingshadreturnedtotheirsenses. TheEmperorcontinuedhisspeechasiftherehadbeennointerruption. “Andwehavebehaved—mywifeandI—liketwoarrantKnaves.Wedeservenobettername. Whenmybrotherwentaway,youlostthebestWardenyoueverhad. AndI’vebeendoingmybest,wretchedhypocritethatIam,tocheatyouintomakingmeanEmperor.Me! Onethathashardlygotthewitstobeshoe-black!” TheLordChancellorwrunghishandsindespair.“Heismad,goodpeople!”hewasbeginning. Butbothspeechesstoppedsuddenly—and,inthedeadsilencethatfollowed,aknockingwasheardattheouterdoor. “Whatisit?”wasthegeneralcry.Peoplebeganrunninginandout. TheexcitementincreasedeverymomentTheLordChancellor,forgettingalltherulesofCourtceremony,ranfullspeeddownthehall,andinaminutereturned,paleandgaspingforbreath.