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By-and-by
he
saw
the
officer
coming
again
,
in
a
great
hurry
;
so
he
plucked
his
courage
together
,
purposing
to
meet
his
trouble
as
became
a
man
.
The
officer
ordered
the
men
to
loose
the
prisoner
and
return
his
sword
to
him
;
then
bowed
respectfully
,
and
said
--
"
Please
you
,
sir
,
to
follow
me
.
"
Hendon
followed
,
saying
to
himself
,
"
An
'
I
were
not
travelling
to
death
and
judgment
,
and
so
must
needs
economise
in
sin
,
I
would
throttle
this
knave
for
his
mock
courtesy
.
"
The
two
traversed
a
populous
court
,
and
arrived
at
the
grand
entrance
of
the
palace
,
where
the
officer
,
with
another
bow
,
delivered
Hendon
into
the
hands
of
a
gorgeous
official
,
who
received
him
with
profound
respect
and
led
him
forward
through
a
great
hall
,
lined
on
both
sides
with
rows
of
splendid
flunkeys
(
who
made
reverential
obeisance
as
the
two
passed
along
,
but
fell
into
death-throes
of
silent
laughter
at
our
stately
scarecrow
the
moment
his
back
was
turned
)
,
and
up
a
broad
staircase
,
among
flocks
of
fine
folk
,
and
finally
conducted
him
into
a
vast
room
,
clove
a
passage
for
him
through
the
assembled
nobility
of
England
,
then
made
a
bow
,
reminded
him
to
take
his
hat
off
,
and
left
him
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
a
mark
for
all
eyes
,
for
plenty
of
indignant
frowns
,
and
for
a
sufficiency
of
amused
and
derisive
smiles
.
Miles
Hendon
was
entirely
bewildered
.
There
sat
the
young
King
,
under
a
canopy
of
state
,
five
steps
away
,
with
his
head
bent
down
and
aside
,
speaking
with
a
sort
of
human
bird
of
paradise
--
a
duke
,
maybe
.
Hendon
observed
to
himself
that
it
was
hard
enough
to
be
sentenced
to
death
in
the
full
vigour
of
life
,
without
having
this
peculiarly
public
humiliation
added
.
He
wished
the
King
would
hurry
about
it
--
some
of
the
gaudy
people
near
by
were
becoming
pretty
offensive
.
At
this
moment
the
King
raised
his
head
slightly
,
and
Hendon
caught
a
good
view
of
his
face
.
The
sight
nearly
took
his
breath
away
!
--
He
stood
gazing
at
the
fair
young
face
like
one
transfixed
;
then
presently
ejaculated
--
"
Lo
,
the
Lord
of
the
Kingdom
of
Dreams
and
Shadows
on
his
throne
!
"
He
muttered
some
broken
sentences
,
still
gazing
and
marvelling
;
then
turned
his
eyes
around
and
about
,
scanning
the
gorgeous
throng
and
the
splendid
saloon
,
murmuring
,
"
But
these
are
real
--
verily
these
are
real
--
surely
it
is
not
a
dream
.
"
He
stared
at
the
King
again
--
and
thought
,
"
Is
it
a
dream
...
or
is
he
the
veritable
Sovereign
of
England
,
and
not
the
friendless
poor
Tom
o
'
Bedlam
I
took
him
for
--
who
shall
solve
me
this
riddle
?
"
A
sudden
idea
flashed
in
his
eye
,
and
he
strode
to
the
wall
,
gathered
up
a
chair
,
brought
it
back
,
planted
it
on
the
floor
,
and
sat
down
in
it
!
