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