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； bare； except for short； stunted grass； and here and there a patch of tiny flowers。 Not a bushnot a tree not a resting place for bird or beast was in that dreary plain。 In summer the sunshine fell upon it hour after hour with a blinding glare； in winter the winds and rains swept over it unhindered； and the snow came down steadily； noiselessly； covering it from end to end in one great white sheet； which lay for days and weeks unmarked by a single footprint。
Not a pleasant place to live inand nobody did live there； apparently。 The only sign that human creatures had ever been near the spot was one large round tower which rose up in the center of the plain； and might be seen all over itif there had been anybody to see； which there never was。 Rose right up out of the ground； as if it had grown of itself； like a mushroom。 But it was not at all mushroom…like； on the contrary； it was very solidly built。 In form it resembled the Irish round towers； which have puzzled people for so long； nobody being able to find out when； or by whom； or for what purpose they were made； seemingly for no use at all； like this tower。 It was circular； of very firm brickwork； with neither doors nor windows； until near the top； when you could perceive some slits in the wall through which one might possibly creep in or look out。 Its height was nearly a hundred feet； and it had a battlemented parapet showing sharp against the sky。
As the plain was quite desolatealmost like a desert； only without sand； and led to nowhere except the still more desolate seacoastnobody ever crossed it。 Whatever mystery there was about the tower； it and the sky and the plain kept their secret to themselves。
It was a very great secret indeed；a state secret；which none but so clever a man as the present King of Nomansland would ever have thought of。 How he carried it out； undiscovered； I cannot tell。 People said； long afterward； that it was by means of a gang of condemned criminals； who were set to work； and executed immediately after they had done； so that nobody knew anything； or in the least suspected the real fact。
And what was the fact？ Why； that this tower； which seemed a mere mass of masonry； utterly forsaken and uninhabited； was not so at all。 Within twenty feet of the top some ingenious architect had planned a perfect little house； divided into four roomsas by drawing a cross within a circle you will see might easily be done。 By making skylights； and a few slits in the walls for windows； and raising a peaked roof which was hidden by the parapet； here was a dwelling complete； eighty feet from the ground； and as inaccessible as a rook's nest on the top of a tree。
A charming place to live in！ if you once got up there；and never wanted to come down again。
Insidethough nobody could have looked inside except a bird； and hardly even a bird flew past that lonely towerinside it was furnished with all the comfort and elegance imaginable； with lots of books and toys； and everything that the heart of a child could desire。 For its only inhabitant； except a nurse of course； was a poor solitary child。
One winter night； when all the plain was white with moonlight； there was seen crossing it a great tall black horse； ridden by a man also big and equally black； carrying before him on the saddle a woman and a child。 The woman she had a sad； fierce look； and no wonder； for she was a criminal under sentence of death； but her sentence had been changed to almost as severe a punishment。 She was to inhabit the lonely tower with the child； and was allowed to live as long as the child livedno longer。 This in order that she might take the utmost care of him； for those who put him there were equally afraid of his dying and of his living。
Yet he was only a little gentle boy； with a sweet； sleepy smilehe had been very tired with his long journeyand clinging arms； which held tight to the man's neck； for he was rather frightened； and the face； black as it was； looked kindly at him。 And he was very helpless； with his poor； small shriveled legs； which could neither stand nor run awayfor the little forlorn boy was Prince Dolor。
He had not been dead at allor buried either。 His grand funeral had been a mere pretense： a wax figure having been put in his place； while he himself was spirited away under charge of these two； the condemned woman and the black man。 The latter was deaf and dumb； so could neither tell nor repeat anything。
When they reached the foot of the tower； there was light enough to see a huge chain dangling from the parapet； but dangling only halfway。 The deaf…mute took from his saddle… wallet a sort of ladder； arranged in pieces like a puzzle； fitted it together； and lifted it up to meet the chain。 Then he mounted to the top of the tower； and slung from it a sort of chair； in which the woman and the child placed themselves and were drawn up； never to come down again as long as they lived。 Leaving them there； the man descended the ladder； took it to pieces again and packed it in his pack； mounted the horse and disappeared across the plain。
Every month they used to watch for him； appearing like a speck in the distance。 He fastened his horse to the foot of the tower； and climbed it； as before； laden with provisions and many other things。 He always saw the Prince； so as to make sure that the child was alive and well； and then went away until the following month。
While his first childhood lasted Prince Dolor was happy enough。 He had every luxury that even a prince could need； and the one thing wanting；love；never having known； he did not miss。 His nurse was very kind to him though she was a wicked woman。 But either she had not been quite so wicked as people said； or she grew better through being shut up continually with a little innocent child who was dependent upon her for every comfort and pleasure of his life。
It was not an unhappy life。 There was nobody to tease or ill…use him； and he was never ill。 He played about from room to roomthere were four rooms； parlor； kitchen； his nurse's bedroom； and his own； learned to crawl like a fly； and to jump like a frog； and to run about on all…fours almost as fast as a puppy。 In fact； he was very much like a puppy or a kitten； as thoughtless and as merryscarcely ever cross； though sometimes a little weary。
As he grew older； he occasionally liked to be quiet for a while； and then he would sit at the slits of windowswhich were； however； much bigger than they looked from the bottom of the towerand watch the sky above and the ground below； with the storms sweeping over and the sunshine coming and going； and the shadows of the clouds running races across the blank plain。
By and by he began to learn lessonsnot that his nurse had been ordered to teach him； but she did it partly to amuse herself。 She was not a stupid woman； and Prince Dolor was by no means a stupid boy； so they got on very well； and his continual entreaty； 〃What can I do？ what can you find me to do？〃 was stopped； at least for an hour or two in the day。
It was a dull life； but he had never known any other； anyhow； he remembered no other； and he did not pity himself at all。 Not for a long time； till he grew quite a big little boy； and could read quite easily。 The