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Mr. Marston, while patrolling the dining room, often carried a little bell. It reminded me of the bellon the front desk of a hotel. Ding, have you a room? He’d ring the bell whenever he wanted to geta group of boys’ attention. The sound was constant. And utterly1 pointless.
Abandoned children don’t care about a bell.
Frequently Mr. Marston would feel the need to make an announcement during meals. He’dbegin speaking and no one would listen, or even lower their voice, so he’d ring his bell.
Ding.
A hundred boys would keep on talking, laughing.
He’d ring it harder.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Each time the bell failed to bring silence, Mr. Marston’s face would grow a shade redder.
Fellas! Will you LISTEN?
No, was the simple answer. We would not. It wasn’t disrespect, however; it was simpleacoustics. We couldn’t hear him. The hall was too cavernous, and we were too absorbed in ourconversations.
He didn’t accept this. He seemed suspicious, as if our disregard of his bell was part of somegreater coordinated2 plot. I don’t know about the others, but I was part of no plot. Also, I wasn’tdisregarding him. Quite the contrary: I couldn’t take my eyes off the man. I often asked myselfwhat an outsider might say if they could witness this spectacle, a hundred boys chatting awaywhile a grown man stood before them frantically3 and uselessly abusing a tiny brass4 bell.
Adding to this general sense of bedlam5 was the psychiatric hospital down the road.
Broadmoor. Some time before I came to Ludgrove, a Broadmoor patient had escaped and killed achild in one of the nearby villages. In response Broadmoor installed a warning siren, and now andthen they’d test it, to make sure it was in working order. A sound like Doomsday. Mr. Marston’sbell on steroids.
I mentioned this to Pa one day. He nodded sagely6. He’d recently visited a similar place as partof his charitable work. The patients were mostly gentle, he assured me, though one stood out. Alittle chap who claimed to be the Prince of Wales.
Pa said he’d wagged a finger at this impostor and severely7 reprimanded him. Now look here.
You cannot be the Prince of Wales! I’m the Prince of Wales.
The patient merely wagged his finger back. Impossible! I’m the Prince of Wales!
Pa liked telling stories, and this was one of the best in his repertoire8. He’d always end with aburst of philosophizing: If this mental patient could be so thoroughly9 convinced of his identity, noless than Pa, it raised some very Big Questions indeed. Who could say which of us was sane10? Whocould be sure they weren’t the mental patient, hopelessly deluded11, humored by friends and family?
Who knows if I’m really the Prince of Wales? Who knows if I’m even your real father? Maybeyour real father is in Broadmoor, darling boy!
He’d laugh and laugh, though it was a remarkably12 unfunny joke, given the rumor13 circulatingjust then that my actual father was one of Mummy’s former lovers: Major James Hewitt. Onecause of this rumor was Major Hewitt’s flaming ginger14 hair, but another cause was sadism.
Tabloid15 readers were delighted by the idea that the younger child of Prince Charles wasn’t thechild of Prince Charles. They couldn’t get enough of this “joke,” for some reason. Maybe it madethem feel better about their lives that a young prince’s life was laughable.
Never mind that my mother didn’t meet Major Hewitt until long after I was born, the story wassimply too good to drop. The press rehashed it, embroidered16 it, and there was even talk that somereporters were seeking my DNA17 to prove it—my first intimation that, after torturing my motherand sending her into hiding, they would soon be coming for me.
To this day nearly every biography of me, every longish profile in a paper or magazine,touches on Major Hewitt, treats the prospect18 of his paternity with some seriousness, including adescription of the moment Pa finally sat me down for a proper heart-to-heart, reassuring19 me thatMajor Hewitt wasn’t my real father. Vivid scene, poignant20, moving, and wholly made up. If Pahad any thoughts about Major Hewitt, he kept them to himself.
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