Count Halfont unceremoniously hugged his wriggling grand-nephew. A cheer went up from the others.
"Long live Prince Robin!" shouted Count Vos Engo.
Prince Robin looked abashed. "I don't think I could hit him," he said with becoming modesty. They laughed aloud. "But, say, don't forget about Mr. King. Tell him I want him to parade most of the time in front of my windows."
"He has a weak ankle," began Colonel Quinnox lamely.
"Very difficult for him to walk," said Vos Engo, biting his lips.
The Prince looked from face to face, suspicion in his eyes. It dawned on him that they were evading the point. A stubborn line appeared between his brows.
"Then I command you, Colonel Quinnox, to give him the best horse in the stables. I want him to ride."
"It shall be as you command, your Highness."
A few minutes later, his grand-uncle, the Prime Minister, was carrying him down the corridor; Prince Robin was perched upon the old man's shoulder, and was a thoughtful mood.
"Say, Uncle Caspar, Mr. King's all right, isn't he?"
"He is a very brave and noble gentleman, Bobby. We owe to his valour the life of the best boy in all the world."
"Yes, and Aunt Loraine owes him a lot, too. She says so. She's been crying, Uncle Caspar. Say, has she just got to marry Count Vos Engo?"
"My boy, what put that question into your mind?"
"She says she has to. I thought only princes and princesses had to marry people they don't want to."
"You should not believe all that you hear."
Bobby was silent for twenty steps. Then he said: "Well, I think she'll make an awful mistake if she lets Mr. King get away."
"My boy, we have other affairs to trouble us at present without taking up the affairs of Miss Tullis."
"Well, he saved her life, just like they do in story books," protested the Prince.
"Well, you run in and tell her this minute that Mr. King sends his love to her and begs her to rest easy. See if it doesn't cheer her up a bit."
"Maybe she's worried about Uncle Jack. I never thought about that," he faltered.
"Uncle Jack will come out on top, never fear," cried the old man.
Half an hour later, Truxton King, shaven and shorn, outfitted and polished, received orders to ride for twenty minutes back and forth across the Plaza. He came down from Colonel Quinnox's rooms in the officer's row, considerably mystified, and mounted the handsome bay that he had brought through the gates. Haddan, of the Guard, rode with him to the Plaza, but could offer no explanation for the curious command.