“Now I am going off！” he cried， and he made himself very stiff and straight。 “I know I shall go much higher than the stars， much higher than the moon， much higher than the sun。 In fact， I shall go so high that—”
Fizz！ Fizz！ Fizz！ and he went straight up into the air。
“Delightful！” he cried， “I shall go on like this for ever。 What a success I am！”
But nobody saw him。
Then he began to feel a curious tingling sensation all over him。
“Now I am going to explode，” he cried。 “I shall set the whole world on fire， and make such a noise that nobody will talk about anything else for a whole year。” And he certainly did explode。 Bang！ Bang！ Bang！ went the gunpowder。 There was no doubt about it。
But nobody heard him， not even the two little boys， for they were sound asleep。
Then all that was left of him was the stick， and this fell down on the back of a Goose who was taking a walk by the side of the ditch。
“Good heavens！” cried the Goose。 “It is going to rain sticks；” and she rushed into the water。
“I knew I should create a great sensation，” gasped the Rocket， and he went out。
★、The Young King
It was the night before the day fixed for his coronation， and the young King was sitting alone in his beautiful chamber。 His courtiers had all taken their leave of him， bowing their heads to the ground， according to the ceremonious usage of the day， and had retired to the Great Hall of the Palace， to receive a few last lessons from the Professor of Etiquette； there being some of them who had still quite natural manners， which in a courtier is， I need hardly say， a very grave offence。
The lad—for he was only a lad， being but sixteen years of age—was not sorry at their departure， and had flung himself back with a deep sigh of relief on the soft cushions of his embroidered couch， lying there， wild…eyed and open…mouthed， like a brown woodland Faun， or some young animal of the forest newly snared by the hunters。
And， indeed， it was the hunters who had found him， ing upon him almost by chance as， bare…limbed and pipe in hand， he was following the flock of the poor goatherd who had brought him up， and whose son he had always fancied himself to be。 The child of the old King’s only daughter by a secret marriage with one much beneath her in station—a stranger， some said， who， by the wonderful magic of his lute…playing， had made the young Princess love him； while others spoke of an artist from Rimini， to whom the Princess had shown much， perhaps too much honour， and who had suddenly disappeared from the city， leaving his work in the Cathedral unfinished—he had been， when but a week old， stolen away from his mother’s side， as she slept， and given into the charge of a mon peasant and his wife， who were without children of their own， and lived in a remote part of the forest， more than a day’s ride from the town。 Grief， or the plague， as the court physician stated， or， as some suggested， a swift Italian poison administered in a cup of spiced wine， slew， within an hour of her wakening， the white girl who had given him birth， and as the trusty messenger who bare the child across his saddle…bow stooped from his weary horse and knocked at the rude door of the goatherd‘s hut， the body of the Princess was being lowered into an open grave that had been dug in a deserted churchyard， beyond the city gates， a grave where it was said that another body was also lying， that of a young man of marvellous and foreign beauty， whose hands were tied behind him with a knotted cord， and whose breast was stabbed with many red wounds。
Such， at least， was the story that men whispered to each other。 Certain it was that the old King， when on his deathbed， whether moved by remorse for his great sin， or merely desiring that the kingdom should not pass away from his line， had had the lad sent for， and， in the presence of the Council， had acknowledged him as his heir。
And it seems that from the very first moment of his recognition he had shown signs of that strange passion for beauty that was destined to have so great an influence over his life。 Those who acpanied him to the suite of rooms set apart for his service， often spoke of the cry of pleasure that broke from his lips when he saw the delicate raiment and rich jewels that had been prepared for him， and of the almost fierce joy with which he flung aside his rough leathern tunic and coarse sheepskin cloak。 He missed， indeed， at times the fine freedom of his forest life， and was always apt to chafe at the tedious Court ceremonies that occupied so much of each day， but the wonderful palace—Joyeuse， as they called it—of which he now found himself lord， seemed to him to be a new world fresh…fashioned for his delight； and as soon as he could escape from the council…board or audience…chamber， he would run down the great staircase， with its lions of gilt bronze and its steps of bright porphyry， and wander from room to room， and from corridor to corridor， like one who was seeking to find in beauty an anodyne from pain， a sort of restoration from sickness。
Upon these journeys of discovery， as he would call them—and， indeed， they were to him real voyages through a marvellous land， he would sometimes be acpanied by the slim， fair…haired Court pages， with their floating mantles， and gay fluttering ribands； but more often he would be alone， feeling through a certain quick instinct， which was almost a divination， that the secrets of art are best learned in secret， and that Beauty， like Wisdom， loves the lonely worshipper。
Many curious stories were related about him at this period。 It was said that a stout Burgo…master， who had e to deliver a florid oratorical address on behalf of the citizens of the town， had caught sight of him kneeling in real adoration before a great picture that had just been brought from Venice， and that seemed to herald the worship of some new gods。 On another occasion he had been missed for several hours， and after a lengthened search had been discovered in a little chamber in one of the northern turrets of the palace gazing， as one in a trance， at a Greek gem carved with the figure of Adonis。 He had been seen， so the tale ran， pressing his warm lips to the marble brow of an antique statue that had been discovered in the bed of the river on the occasion of the building of the stone bridge， and was inscribed with the name of the Bithynian slave of Hadrian。 He had passed a whole night in noting the effect of the moonlight on a silver image of Endymion。
All rare and costly materials had certainly a great fascination for him， and in his eagerness to procure them he had sent away many merchants， some to traffic for amber with the rough fisher…folk of the north seas， some to Egypt to look for that curious green turquoise which is found only in the tombs of kings， and is said to possess magical properties， some to Persia for silken carpets and painted pottery， and others to India to buy gauze and stained ivory， moonstones and bracelets of jade， sandal…wood and blue enamel and shawls of fine wool。
But what had occupied him most was the robe he was to wear at his coronation， the robe of tissued gold， and the ruby…studded crown， and the sceptre with its rows and rings of pearls。 Indeed， it was of this that he was thinking tonight， as he lay back on his luxurious couch， watching the great pinewood log that was burning itself out on the open hearth。 The designs， which were from the hands of the most famous artists of the time， had been submitted to him many months before， and he had given orders that the artificers were to toil night and day to carry them out， and that the whole world was to be searched for jewels that would be worthy of their work。 He saw himself in fancy standing at the high altar of the cathedral in the fair raiment of a King， and a smile played and lingered about his boyish lips， and lit up with a bright lustre his dark woodland eyes。
After some time he rose from his seat， and leaning against the carved penthouse of the chimney， looked round at the dimly…lit room。 The walls were hung with rich tapestries representing the Triumph of Beauty。 A large press， inlaid with agate and lapis…lazuli， filled one corner， and facing the window stood a curiously wrought cabi with lacquer panels of powdered and mosaiced gold， on which were placed some delicate goblets of Veian glass， and a cup of dark…veined onyx。 Pale poppies were broidered on the silk coverlet of the bed， as though they had fallen from the tired hands of sleep， and tall reeds of fluted ivory bare up the velvet canopy， from which great tufts of ostrich plumes sprang， like white foam， to the pallid silver of the fretted ceiling。 A laughing Narcissus in green bronze held a polished mirror above its head。 On the table stood a flat bowl of amethyst。
Outside he could see the huge dome of the cathedral， looming like a bubble over the shadowy houses， and the weary sentinels pacing up and down on the misty terrace by the river。 Far away， in an orchard， a nightingale was singing。 A faint perfume of jasmine came through the open window。 He brushed his brown curls back from his forehead， an