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    More Bab Ballads

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    The Baby’s Vengeance opens with a haunt­ing scene in a grimy cor­ner of Somers Town, where a man named Paley Voltaire, once swad­dled in wealth, lies wast­ed in a rent­ed room. His breath is short, and his gaze flick­ers with regret, not mere­ly for his fail­ing health, but for the years wast­ed in indul­gence and fol­ly. Paley’s inher­i­tance, once grand, has been con­sumed by reck­less choices—champagne, cards, and com­pan­ions who dis­ap­peared when the gold ran dry. He is advised by a doc­tor to seek bet­ter air in Madeira, but such lux­u­ry is now far beyond his reach. Instead of book­ing pas­sage, he seeks out Fred­er­ick West, a mod­est dust­man with hon­est earn­ings and kind eyes. Their meet­ing is not about debts or friend­ship, but rather a strange con­fes­sion tied to a secret that has wait­ed decades in silence. Paley’s guilt has grown heav­ier with each pass­ing year, and now, as death approach­es, he choos­es to speak.

    Through a frail voice and trem­bling hands, Paley unearths a child­hood mem­o­ry both chill­ing and trag­ic. In Eal­ing, a woman took infants for nurs­ing while rais­ing her own son—Paley—on what lit­tle affec­tion remained. When a health­i­er, wealth­i­er fos­ter child came into her care, Paley was neglect­ed, passed over for food, com­fort, and atten­tion. Jeal­ousy, even at such a young age, root­ed itself deep. With a child’s qui­et cun­ning, he slid the oth­er baby from the cra­dle, not in play but in cru­el intent, hop­ing to reclaim the affec­tion he once held. That sin­gle act marked the begin­ning of a life shaped not by fate, but by decep­tion and self-inter­est. The irony stings—Paley grew into a life meant for anoth­er, wear­ing bor­rowed wealth and false pride while the true heir labored in soot and grit.

    Years went by. The switch, nev­er dis­cov­ered, placed Paley in the arms of priv­i­lege and Fred­er­ick in hard­ship. What began as a moment of pet­ty vengeance turned into decades of mis­di­rect­ed for­tune. Paley now con­fess­es that he had always sus­pect­ed the truth but buried it beneath com­forts and denial. As ruin took its hold and lone­li­ness crept in, he began trac­ing the pieces back to the day in Drum Lane. He had fol­lowed Frederick’s qui­et rise—no rich­es, no praise, but dig­ni­ty. And now, the man once cast aside holds some­thing more valu­able than inher­i­tance: peace. Paley envies that. Not the clean hands or tidy life, but the free­dom from guilt.

    In a tone stripped of pride, Paley makes his final offer. He pro­pos­es that Fred­er­ick take back the name and posi­tion that were always meant for him. There is lit­tle left of the fortune—perhaps a title, a paper trail, an apology—but the ges­ture is all Paley has left to give. He asks only for Frederick’s sav­ings, not out of greed but as a last resort, a way to meet death with shel­ter and bread. It’s a cru­el bar­gain on paper—trading truth for coins—but Paley sees it as jus­tice in reverse. It is resti­tu­tion carved not from gold, but from iden­ti­ty. Fred­er­ick lis­tens, unsure whether to feel rage, pity, or accep­tance. His whole life has been built on resilience, and now he is told it was stolen at birth.

    The tale turns inward from this point, away from the mate­r­i­al and toward the emo­tion­al toll of decep­tion. Paley, in his own way, tries to make amends—not to regain his place, but to relin­quish it. Redemp­tion for him isn’t about reclaim­ing hon­or; it’s about giv­ing it to the man who earned it every sin­gle day. In the final moments of the bal­lad, there’s no dra­mat­ic twist or sud­den inher­i­tance reclaimed. Instead, there is qui­et under­stand­ing. Fred­er­ick takes no revenge, utters no curse. The baby whose place was tak­en does not respond with wrath, but with a kind of resigned clar­i­ty. Life has been hard, but he has not been bro­ken.

    Read­ers may find them­selves think­ing not only about the con­se­quences of ear­ly wrongs, but about how iden­ti­ty can be both a bless­ing and a bur­den. The bal­lad serves as more than a narrative—it’s a mir­ror for those who believe for­tune is sole­ly tied to birth. “The Baby’s Vengeance” reminds us that dig­ni­ty can grow in even the poor­est soil, and that wealth with­out wis­dom even­tu­al­ly rots. Paley’s sor­row, though late, feels real. His regret, steeped in self-aware­ness, casts a shad­ow longer than the rich­es he once held. The sto­ry offers no heroes, only men reck­on­ing with the sto­ries they’ve lived and the truths they can no longer escape.

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