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Chapter XIII. The disappearance of the Prince.
A heavy drowsiness presently fell upon the two comrades. The King said--
"
Remove these rags."--meaning his clothing.
Hendon disapparelled the boy without dissent or remark, tucked him up in
bed, then glanced about the room, saying to himself, ruefully, "He hath
taken my bed again, as before--marry, what shall _I_ do?" The little
King observed his perplexity, and dissipated it with a word. He said,
sleepily--
"
Thou wilt sleep athwart the door, and guard it." In a moment more he
was out of his troubles, in a deep slumber.
"
Dear heart, he should have been born a king!" muttered Hendon,
admiringly; "he playeth the part to a marvel."
Then he stretched himself across the door, on the floor, saying
contentedly--
"I have lodged worse for seven years; 'twould be but ill gratitude to Him
above to find fault with this."
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