After which Amyas arose, and walked out of the school, and so quietly home; and having taken counsel with himself, went to his mother, and said, “Please, mother, I've broken schoolmaster's head.” “Broken his head, thou wicked boy!” shrieked the poor widow; “what didst do that for?” “I can't tell,” said Amyas, penitently; “I couldn't help it. It looked so smooth, and bald, and round, and--you know?” “I know? Oh, wicked boy! thou hast given place to the devil; and now, perhaps, thou hast killed him.” “Killed the devil?” asked Amyas, hopefully but doubtfully. “No, killed the schoolmaster, sirrah! Is he dead?” “I don't think he's dead; his coxcomb sounded too hard for that. But had not I better go and tell Sir Richard?” The poor mother could hardly help laughing, in spite of her terror, at Amyas's perfect coolness (which was not in the least meant for insolence), and being at her wits' end, sent him, as usual, to his godfather. Amyas rehearsed his story again, with pretty nearly the same exclamations, to which he gave pretty nearly the same answers; and then--“What was he going to do to you, then, sirrah?” “Flog me, because I could not write my exercise, and so drew a picture of him instead.” “What! art afraid of being flogged?” “Not a bit; besides, I'm too much accustomed to it; but I was busy, and he was in such a desperate hurry; and, oh, sir, if you had but seen his bald head, you would have broken it yourself!” Now Sir Richard had, twenty years ago, in like place, and very much in like manner, broken the head of Vindex Brimblecombe's father, schoolmaster in his day, and therefore had a precedent to direct him; and he answered--“Amyas, sirrah! those who cannot obey will never be fit to rule. If thou canst not keep discipline now, thou wilt never make a company or a crew keep it when thou art grown. Dost mind that, sirrah?” “Yes,” said Amyas. “Then go back to school this moment, sir, and be flogged.” “Very well,” said Amyas, considering that he had got off very cheaply; while Sir Richard, as soon as he was out of the room, lay back in his chair, and laughed till he cried again. So Amyas went back, and said that he was come to be flogged; whereon the old schoolmaster, whose pate had been plastered meanwhile, wept tears of joy over the returning prodigal, and then gave him such a switching as he did not forget for eight-and-forty hours. But that evening Sir Richard sent for old Vindex, who entered, trembling, cap in hand; and having primed him with a cup of sack, said--“Well, Mr. Schoolmaster! My godson has been somewhat too much for you to-day. There are a couple of nobles to pay the doctor.” “O Sir Richard, gratias tibi et Domino! but the boy hits shrewdly hard. Nevertheless I have repaid him in inverse kind, and set him an imposition, to learn me one of Phaedrus his fables, Sir Richard, if you do not think it too much.” “Which, then? The one about the man who brought up a lion's cub, and was eaten by him in play at last?”