Chapter 4 — <br/> Chapter IV. The Prince’s troubles begin.<br/>

After hours of persistent pursuit and persecution, the little prince was
at last deserted by the rabble and left to himself.  As long as he
had been able to rage against the mob, and threaten it royally, and
royally utter commands that were good stuff to laugh at, he was very
entertaining; but when weariness finally forced him to be silent, he was
no longer of use to his tormentors, and they sought amusement elsewhere.
He looked about him, now, but could not recognise the locality.  He
was within the city of London—that was all he knew.  He moved
on, aimlessly, and in a little while the houses thinned, and the
passers-by were infrequent.  He bathed his bleeding feet in the brook
which flowed then where Farringdon Street now is; rested a few moments,
then passed on, and presently came upon a great space with only a few
scattered houses in it, and a prodigious church.  He recognised this
church.  Scaffoldings were about, everywhere, and swarms of workmen;
for it was undergoing elaborate repairs.  The prince took heart at
once—he felt that his troubles were at an end, now.  He said to
himself, “It is the ancient Grey Friars’ Church, which the
king my father hath taken from the monks and given for a home for ever for
poor and forsaken children, and new-named it Christ’s Church.  Right
gladly will they serve the son of him who hath done so generously by them—and
the more that that son is himself as poor and as forlorn as any that be
sheltered here this day, or ever shall be.”