Chapter 10 Hagen's Royal Family (4)

She turned away, covering her face with a large lace handkerchief, and I dared not ask any more questions.The crowd continues to grow at a rapid rate.When the coffin was carried out from the church, thousands of people gathered on the square in front of the church, which was almost the entire population of Legna City.All of these people were members of noble families.The king himself followed behind the coffin with his two sons and his brother, but kept a certain distance. The coffin-bearers and the crowd around the coffin were the strangest people I'd ever seen—a couple of pale, fat men in cheap suits; boys with pimples; brassy hair, A middle-aged woman in stiletto heels; and a very scantily clad, thick-thighed young woman in a miniskirt, a triangle vest, and a small black lace cotton shawl.She staggered after the coffin, weeping half-hysterically, with one person on each side supporting her.On one side was a frightened-looking young man with a pencil mustache and two shoes of distinctly different colors; About seventy years old, all in black clothes that look dirty.I saw my guide at the other end of the crowd and hurried towards him.My guide was a young viscount, the son of the first duke, with whom during my stay here I formed a sort of friendship.It was difficult to get to him, though, as everyone moved slowly with the slow-moving coffin-bearers towards the king's limousine and the phaeton waiting quietly at the palace gates.

When I finally came to the guide, I asked, "Who is that? Who are they?" "It's Hissi," he said the name almost wailing, and the grief of the crowd seemed to catch him, too." Hissi died last night!" Then he seemed to remember his duties as a guide and translator, and he also began to try to restore his aristocratic demeanor, he looked up at me, blinked away the tears in his eyes, and said : "They are our civilians." "So, Hissi is..." "She is, she was, their daughter. The only daughter." No matter how hard he tried, tears welled up in his eyes. "She was such a lovely girl. Her mother had only one assistant. Such a sweet smile. There was no one like her, no one. She was the only one. Oh, she was so full of love. Our poor Sissy Ah!" He couldn't bear it anymore and simply cried out loud.Meanwhile, the king and his son and brother passed fairly near us.I saw both boys weeping, and even the King's never-emotional face under the control of Superman's will did nothing to stop the flow of emotion.His brother, somewhat mentally handicapped, looked dazed, and walked mechanically beside him, holding the king's arm tightly.The crowd followed the coffin bearers slowly.People jostled each other, scrambling to get their hands on the tassels under the white silk covering the coffin. "Hissy! Hissy!" the people shouted.

"Oh, Mom, we love her too!" they cried. "Dad, Daddy, what would we do without her? She's gone to be with the angel," people chanted, "Don't cry, Mom, we love you! We'll always love you! Oh, Sissy! Our lovely Child!" The coffin slowly came to the side of the carriage and car despite the obstruction of the crowd.When people put the coffin into the back compartment of the white hearse, a trembling, inhuman moan came out of everyone's throat involuntarily.Ladies and nobles wailed sharply, and some even fainted to the ground. The girl in the miniskirt seemed to have shofars and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, but she recovered quickly.One of the fat, pale men pushed her into a car.The engine of the sedan roared, the white steeds of the coachmen began to move forward, and the entire funeral procession also set off, still at a walking speed.The crowd still followed the hearse like a tide.I went back to the hotel.I later learned that almost all the residents of Ragna City followed the procession for the six miles to the cemetery, and stood watching and expressing their grief during the burial.

It wasn't until late at night that people scattered back to the palaces and noble houses, everyone was tired, their feet were sore and their faces were stained with tears.Over the next few days, I talked to the young viscount, who was just recovering from his grief, and explained to me what I was seeing.I knew beforehand that everyone in the kingdom of Hemgogan is of royal blood, a direct blood relationship to the king of the kingdom (or the king of other kingdoms). But what I didn't know was that there was a family that didn't have royal blood.They are civilians.Their family name is Gate.The surname Gate, and Mrs. Gate's maiden name Tag, are not mentioned at all in the Book of Blood.A Gait or Tag never intermarried with a royal or aristocratic person.There is no such family legend as the handsome young prince who seduced the bootmaker's beautiful daughter.There are no family lore, no family history of any kind.