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"
How
?
Which
?
I
doubt
I
do
not
understand
.
"
"
Indeed
?
Doth
it
not
strike
you
as
being
passing
strange
that
the
land
is
not
filled
with
couriers
and
proclamations
describing
my
person
and
making
search
for
me
?
Is
it
no
matter
for
commotion
and
distress
that
the
Head
of
the
State
is
gone
;
that
I
am
vanished
away
and
lost
?
"
"
Most
true
,
my
King
,
I
had
forgot
.
"
Then
Hendon
sighed
,
and
muttered
to
himself
,
"
Poor
ruined
mind
--
still
busy
with
its
pathetic
dream
.
"
"
But
I
have
a
plan
that
shall
right
us
both
--
I
will
write
a
paper
,
in
three
tongues
--
Latin
,
Greek
and
English
--
and
thou
shalt
haste
away
with
it
to
London
in
the
morning
.
Give
it
to
none
but
my
uncle
,
the
Lord
Hertford
;
when
he
shall
see
it
,
he
will
know
and
say
I
wrote
it
.
Then
he
will
send
for
me
.
"
"
Might
it
not
be
best
,
my
Prince
,
that
we
wait
here
until
I
prove
myself
and
make
my
rights
secure
to
my
domains
?
I
should
be
so
much
the
better
able
then
to
--
"
The
King
interrupted
him
imperiously
--
"
Peace
!
What
are
thy
paltry
domains
,
thy
trivial
interests
,
contrasted
with
matters
which
concern
the
weal
of
a
nation
and
the
integrity
of
a
throne
?
"
Then
,
he
added
,
in
a
gentle
voice
,
as
if
he
were
sorry
for
his
severity
,
"
Obey
,
and
have
no
fear
;
I
will
right
thee
,
I
will
make
thee
whole
--
yes
,
more
than
whole
.
I
shall
remember
,
and
requite
.
"
So
saying
,
he
took
the
pen
,
and
set
himself
to
work
.
Hendon
contemplated
him
lovingly
a
while
,
then
said
to
himself
--
"
An
'
it
were
dark
,
I
should
think
it
was
a
king
that
spoke
;
there
's
no
denying
it
,
when
the
humour
's
upon
on
him
he
doth
thunder
and
lighten
like
your
true
King
;
now
where
got
he
that
trick
?
See
him
scribble
and
scratch
away
contentedly
at
his
meaningless
pot-hooks
,
fancying
them
to
be
Latin
and
Greek
--
and
except
my
wit
shall
serve
me
with
a
lucky
device
for
diverting
him
from
his
purpose
,
I
shall
be
forced
to
pretend
to
post
away
to-morrow
on
this
wild
errand
he
hath
invented
for
me
.
"
The
next
moment
Sir
Miles
's
thoughts
had
gone
back
to
the
recent
episode
.
So
absorbed
was
he
in
his
musings
,
that
when
the
King
presently
handed
him
the
paper
which
he
had
been
writing
,
he
received
it
and
pocketed
it
without
being
conscious
of
the
act
.
"
How
marvellous
strange
she
acted
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
I
think
she
knew
me
--
and
I
think
she
did
not
know
me
.
