To him; already I love the bold-tongued little rascal. How soldierlike he faced

the smutty rabble and flung back his high defiance! And what a comely, sweet

And gentle face he hath, now that sleep hath conjured away its troubles and its

Griefs. I will teach him, I will cure his malady; yea, I will be his elder brother,

And care for him and watch over him; and who so would shame him or do him

hurt, may order his shroud, for though I be burnt for it he shall need it!'

He bent over the boy and contemplated him with kind and pitying interest,

Tapping the young cheek tenderly and smoothing back the tangled curls with

his great brown hand. A slight shiver passed over the boy's form. Hendon

muttered:

'See, now, how like a man it was to let him lie here uncovered and fill his body

with deadly rheums. Now what shall I do? 'Twill wake him to take him up and

put him within the bed, and he sorely needeth sleep.'

He looked about for extra covering, but finding none, doffed his doublet and

wrapped the lad in it, saying, 'I am used to nipping air and scant apparel, 'tis

little I shall mind the cold' — then walked up and down the room to keep his

Blood in motion, soliloquizing as before.

'His injured mind persuades him he is Prince of Wales; 'twill be odd to have a

Prince of Wales still with us, now that he that was the prince is prince no

More, but king — for this poor mind is set upon the one fantasy, and will not