Marget and the rest of us hurried thither at our best speed, in a great state of rejoicing.
Well, what Satan had done was this: he had appeared before that poor prisoner, exclaiming, "The trial is over, and you stand forever disgraced as a thief--by verdict of the court!" The shock unseated the old man's reason.

When we arrived, ten minutes later, he was parading pompously up and down and delivering commands to this and that and the other constable or jailer, and calling them Grand chamberlain, and Prince This and Prince That, and Admiral of the Fleet, Field Marshal in Command, and all such fustian, and was as happy as a bird.

He thought he was Emperor! Marget flung herself on his breast and cried, and indeed everybody was moved almost to heartbreak.

He recognized Marget, but could not understand why she should cry.

He patted her on the shoulder and said: "Don't do it, dear; remember, there are witnesses, and it is not becoming in the Crown Princess.