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"
Might
I
crave
your
favour
to
carry
my
name
to
him
,
and
say
I
beg
to
say
a
word
in
his
ear
?
"
"
I
will
despatch
the
business
right
willingly
,
fair
sir
.
"
"
Then
say
Miles
Hendon
,
son
of
Sir
Richard
,
is
here
without
--
I
shall
be
greatly
bounden
to
you
,
my
good
lad
.
"
The
boy
looked
disappointed
.
"
The
King
did
not
name
him
so
,
"
he
said
to
himself
;
"
but
it
mattereth
not
,
this
is
his
twin
brother
,
and
can
give
his
Majesty
news
of
t
'
other
Sir-Odds-and-Ends
,
I
warrant
.
"
So
he
said
to
Miles
,
"
Step
in
there
a
moment
,
good
sir
,
and
wait
till
I
bring
you
word
.
"
Hendon
retired
to
the
place
indicated
--
it
was
a
recess
sunk
in
the
palace
wall
,
with
a
stone
bench
in
it
--
a
shelter
for
sentinels
in
bad
weather
.
He
had
hardly
seated
himself
when
some
halberdiers
,
in
charge
of
an
officer
,
passed
by
.
The
officer
saw
him
,
halted
his
men
,
and
commanded
Hendon
to
come
forth
.
He
obeyed
,
and
was
promptly
arrested
as
a
suspicious
character
prowling
within
the
precincts
of
the
palace
.
Things
began
to
look
ugly
.
Poor
Miles
was
going
to
explain
,
but
the
officer
roughly
silenced
him
,
and
ordered
his
men
to
disarm
him
and
search
him
.
"
God
of
his
mercy
grant
that
they
find
somewhat
,
"
said
poor
Miles
;
"
I
have
searched
enow
,
and
failed
,
yet
is
my
need
greater
than
theirs
.
"
Nothing
was
found
but
a
document
.
The
officer
tore
it
open
,
and
Hendon
smiled
when
he
recognised
the
'
pot-hooks
'
made
by
his
lost
little
friend
that
black
day
at
Hendon
Hall
.
The
officer
's
face
grew
dark
as
he
read
the
English
paragraph
,
and
Miles
blenched
to
the
opposite
colour
as
he
listened
.
"
Another
new
claimant
of
the
Crown
!
"
cried
the
officer
.
"
Verily
they
breed
like
rabbits
,
to-day
.
Seize
the
rascal
,
men
,
and
see
ye
keep
him
fast
whilst
I
convey
this
precious
paper
within
and
send
it
to
the
King
.
"
He
hurried
away
,
leaving
the
prisoner
in
the
grip
of
the
halberdiers
.
"
Now
is
my
evil
luck
ended
at
last
,
"
muttered
Hendon
,
"
for
I
shall
dangle
at
a
rope
's
end
for
a
certainty
,
by
reason
of
that
bit
of
writing
.
And
what
will
become
of
my
poor
lad
!
--
ah
,
only
the
good
God
knoweth
.
"
