The Prince a prisoner.

Hendon forced back a smile, and bent down and whispered in the King’s ear —

“Softly, softly, my prince, wag thy tongue warily — nay, suffer it not to wag at all.

Trust in me — all shall go well in the end.” Then he added to himself: “Sir Miles! Bless me, I had totally forgot I was a knight! Lord, how marvellous a thing it is, the grip his memory doth take upon his quaint and crazy fancies! . . . An empty and foolish title is mine, and yet it is something to have deserved it; for I think it is more honour to be held worthy to be a spectre-knight in his Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows, than to be held base enough to be an earl in some of the real kingdoms of this world.”