THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PRINCE
A HEAVY drowsiness presently fell upon the two comrades. The king said:
"Remove these rags"--meaning his clothing.
Hendon disappareled 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."
He dropped asleep as the dawn appeared. Toward noon he rose, uncovered his unconscious ward--a section at a time--and took his measure with a string. The king awoke, just as he had completed