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The document introduces characters from a story including Prince Horace, nicknamed Prince Brat, his whipping boy Jemmy, and two outlaws named Hold-Your-Nose Billy and Cutwater. It provides settings like the castle and a rickety hut. The story is about Prince Brat running away and getting kidnapped by the outlaws, but Jemmy uses his street smarts to trick the outlaws and try to free himself and the prince.
The document introduces characters from a story including Prince Horace, nicknamed Prince Brat, his whipping boy Jemmy, and two outlaws named Hold-Your-Nose Billy and Cutwater. It provides settings like the castle and a rickety hut. The story is about Prince Brat running away and getting kidnapped by the outlaws, but Jemmy uses his street smarts to trick the outlaws and try to free himself and the prince.
The document introduces characters from a story including Prince Horace, nicknamed Prince Brat, his whipping boy Jemmy, and two outlaws named Hold-Your-Nose Billy and Cutwater. It provides settings like the castle and a rickety hut. The story is about Prince Brat running away and getting kidnapped by the outlaws, but Jemmy uses his street smarts to trick the outlaws and try to free himself and the prince.
Jemmy - Whipping Boy Hold – Your – Nose Billy – friend of Prince Brat and Jemmy Cutwater – friend of Prince Brat and Jemmy King – father of Prince Horace Mister Peckwit – The tutor Captain Nips – the general of the soldiers Peturia – The dancing Bear Betsy – A girl is 14 or 15 years old Settings : Main Hall Tower chamber Rickety timbered and with a moldy thatched roof Wild green tangle River road Road city Waterside fairgrounds Introduction: Prince Horace is so naughty that everyone calls him Prince Brat. But the prince is not allowed to be spanked. So an orphan boy named Jemmy is taken from the streets to be the Prince’s whipping boy. When Prince Brat decides to run away , he takes Jemmy with him. The boys begin a wild adventure that lands them, in the clutches of two thiering cutthroats! Can Jemmy use his street smarts to cutwit his kidnappers and free himself and the Prince? Summary: The Princeis known everywhere. Not evenblack cats cross his path.One night the king was holding a grand feast. Prince Brat tied, their powdered wings to the back of the king, their wigs came flying off. The lords clasped their heads and the ladies shricked, Prince Brat tried to keep laughing, he clapped his hands ever his mouth. But out it ripped a cackle of hahahas and haw-haws and hehehes. The king spied him and looked mad at him. He gave a furious shout. Prince Brat knew that he had nothing to fear. He had never been spanked in his life. It was forbidden to spank, thrash, cuff, smack or wip a Prince. The king’s command traveled likean echo fromguard to guard up the stone stairway to a small chamber in the drafty north tower. An orphan boy named Jemmy, the son of a rat catcher, roused from his sleep. He’d bee dreaming happily of his ragged but carefree life before. In the main hall the king punished the Prince , defiantly biting pack every yelp and cry. The king turned to the prince. The prince lowered his head so as to humbled and contrite. Jemmy could count on a thrashing first thing in the morning. Sure and certain, he thought, as he pulled on his fine velvet breeches and silk stockings. The Prince would’nt know his lessons, the royal tutor has quick as a flyswatter with his willow witch and Jemmy would be back in rags. The tutor , Master Peckwit was a round- faced man with fat cheeks. He painted his switch at the Prince. The tutor cheeks, swelling with anger , almost unhorsed the small spectacles saddling his nose.Jemmy who was oblidged to be close at hand for the daily lessons reckoned that freedom was noted close at hand. The Prince threw hima smirking glance as Master Peckit raised the switch and beat the whipping boy like a carpet . Jemmy didn’t bawl. He didn’t yelp or bellow ten whacks, and not a sound escaped his lips. The Prince learned nothing . The whipping boy learned to read, write, and do sums. On a night when the moon gazed down like an evil eye, the young Prince appeared in Jemmy’s chamber. The whipping boy sat bolt upright. Hardly a day passed that he didn’t make one planon another to run off. Jemmy stared at him with dreadful astonishment. The night moon had lit their way like a lantern horse from the castle stable, were hopelessly last. A thick, fog had swirled in they’d strayed from the road , and trees had closed in on them. A low branch almost swept them of them of the saddle. But Jemmy slipped of the saddle. A plan had been tumbling about in his head. Here’s your chance, Jemmy be told himself. Slip away in the fog. Run for it! No more whippings for you, not if you can’t be found. Leaves crackled under Jemmy’s feet as he began to back off. Once the dog cleared, he’d find the river. The dog-and-rat pits paid fancy prices for the best fighters, and that meant sewer rats. Jemmy took another crackling step backward and froze. A sudden yellow glow floated in the fog. The prince burst into yellow squawks and floated bellows. Jemmy edged closer, A cutthroat! Like a snake striking, a ghostly hand darted through the fog and clutched his arm. A second cut throat! Jemmy looked up, bony face with hollow cheeks and nose like a meat cleaver. Billy pulled Prince Brat from the saddle throw him into Jemmy. Billy was a big and man, he saw big and raw as a skinned ox. And he smelled like a ton of garlic. Jemmy remember something. Hadn’t he hear ballad sellers fling that name about the streets? Jemmy gave the Prince a sudden jab of his elbow to keep his mouth shut. But the heir to the throne raised himself his full height, and bow to the prince. Hold your trap! Jemmy thought. Don’t you have a thimbledful of brains? A prince would make a fine catch for these rogues. Hold-Your-Nose Billy hung on to the boy’s ears. At the horse’s side, cutwater was holding the lantern close to the saddle. But the two men neither burned nor fled. Hold-Your-Nose Billy threw bushy eyed glance at his fellow out law. The forest is cleared. But so thick were the pines that the morning sun barely touched the ground. Hold-You-Nose – Billy pushed a side a low branch revealing a rickety timbered hut with a moldy thatched roof. The floor was hard-packed earth. Braided garlic bulbs hung like knotted ropes from the rafters. Prince Brat said he’s hungry. Jemmy had made many a meal on bread and hearing, when he was in lick, and felt hungry enough to ask for seconds. Prince Brat Bared his teeth. He reached for the wicker basket, but cutwater snatched it back. Cut water snatched the food of prince Brat and the Prince cried cut. Jemmy thought. Hadn’t the Prince run away in royal style! He had even brought a Lhing plate, as silver spoon, and a silver knife for himself. In the gloom of the hut, the knife big man for lifted out a golden crown. Cut water burst out joyously. He began to scratch himself as if his shift were crawling with fleas. Why he brought along his crown? To cock it on his head and expect vagabonds and cutthroats to fall to their knees? The big, raw – faced outlaw grabbed Prince brat off the ground and took the heft of him as he were weighing a suck of potatoes. Cutnater rummaged around in a black aok chest of stolen goods. Handkerchiefs new cut like soiled white , white doves, worn shoes, ladies’ combs, a cowbell and a junk heap. The’ve had lean pickings, this ragged pair of highnaymen. The prince is hungry, Hold – Your – Nose Billy offer him a veal pie, but the prince ignored him. He poked around for a beet root and squeezed out the juice with bare hand. It dripped like blood onto a china plate. Jemmy shot a calculating glaze at Prince Brat once and for all. The big man rumbled up a laugh, shoring a mouthful of yellow teeth. Prince Brat’s face turned red as hot iron after tasting a ratty street orphan. Hold–Your-Nose Billy tilted the princely crown on his head. Jemmy glanced up from the sheet of paper. Cutwater had begun gnawing away at a roasted pheasant, and his cheek swelled cut as if he had a monstrous root ache. Prince Brat sat sullenly on a pile of mold, bed straw. He glared icily at the whipping boy who had seized his royal title. Jemmy dipped the quill, but then paused,. Gaw, he thought, it’s not enough to choose my words as if I were a prince. Show some high and mighty, Jemmy. Think like a prince. Hold= Your- Nose Billy’s red brows shot up in bewildered surprise. The eyebrows lowered as quickly a they had risen. Prince Brat’s mouth fell wide open at the whipping boy’s hir by mischiefs. Hold- Your – Nose Billy stood ever Jemmy’s shoulder and watched the words being scratched out. Hold-Your-Nose Billy popped a dove of garlic into his mouth, ground it between his yellow teeth and helped himself to a veal pie. The scrawny outlaw sliced off two thick pieces of coarse bread. He dropped a salt herring across each slice. Jemmy sat on the bed straw beside the prince and contemplated his breakfast. He examined the bread closely, hunting for vamints . The prince began to nibble around the edges, Hold-Your-Nose Billy glanced over and grinned. Cutwater wiped his thin, greasy lips with the back of his hand. The prince’s eyes widened and his face blanched white. The prospect of taking a whipping himself had never occurred to him. Prince Brat shot Jemmy a poisonous look. The garlicky outlaw has leaning closer to Jemmy. He turned away from the man’s breath and began to read. He read the message through backward. And then a second time before the hairy outlaw was satisfied. Hold-Your—Nose Billy clapped a leery eye on the rat catcher’s son. Jemmy assumed a princely air or indifference , he filled his mouth with bread and herring. Prince Brat scoffed under his breath. He didn’t shown a moment’s interest in Jemmy’s scheme to free him. Their eyes met and clashed. The effect or the outlaws was instant. Hold- Your – Nose Billy jar dropped. Jemmy made the pretense of dazing up with impatience. Prince Brat shot Jemmy a quick, thunder- scowl look. Billy began to pace munching garlic cloves as if they were grapes. Finally, he tipped the crown off his head and flying it into Prince Brat. By its smelly tail, Prince tossed aside the uneaten herring, without shoring the slightest concutlaws.