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“His injured mind persuades him he is prince of Wales; twill be odd to have a prince of Wales still with us, now that was the prince the prince is no more, but king,―for this poor mind is set upon the one fantasy, and will not reason out that now it should be cast by the prince and call itself the king. . . . If my father liveth still, after these seven years that I have heard nought from home in my foreign dungeon, he will welcome the poor lad and give him generous shelter for my sake; so will my good elder brother, Arthur; my other brother, Hugh―but I will crack his crown, an’ he interfere, the fox-hearted, ill-conditioned animal! Yes, thither will we fare―and straightaway too.”
A servant entered with a smoking meal, disposed it upon a small deal table, placed the chairs, and took his departure, leaving such cheap lodgers as these to wait upon themselves. The door slammed after him, and the noise woke the boy, who sprung to a sitting posture, and shot a glad glance about him; then a grieved look came into his face and he murmured, to himself, with a deep sigh, “Alack, it was but a dream, woe is me.” Next, he noticed Miles Hendon’s doublet―glanced from that to Hendon, comprehended the sacrifice that had been made for him, and said, gently―
“Thou art good to me, yes, thou art very good to me. Take it and put it on―I shall not need it more.”
Then he got up and walked to the washstand in the corner, and stood there, waiting. Hendon said in a cheery voice―
“We’ll have a right hearty sup and bite, now, for every thing is savory and smoking hot, and that and thy nap together will make thee a little man again, never fear!”
The boy made no answer, but bent a steady look, that was filled with grave surprise, and also somewhat touched with impatience, upon the tall knight of the sword. Hendon was puzzled, and said―
“What’s amiss?”
“Good sir, I would wash me.”
"O, is that all! Ask no permission of Miles Hendon for aught thou cravest. Make thyself perfectly free here, and welcome, with all that are his belongings.”
Still the boy stood, and moved not; more, he tapped the floor once or twice with his small impatient foot. Hendon was wholly perplexed. Said he―
“Bless us, what is it?”
“Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words!”

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