They all crowded to the door of the playroom.
On looking in, they beheld the little Prince Charles, with his rich dress all torn and covered with the dust of the floor.

His royal blood was streaming from his nose in great abundance.

He gazed at Noll with a mixture of rage and affright, and at the same time a puzzled expression, as if he could not understand how any mortal boy should dare to give him a beating.

As for Noll, there stood his sturdy little figure, bold as a lion, looking as if he were ready to fight, not only the prince, but the king and kingdom too.
"You little villain!" cried his uncle.

"What have you been about?
Down on your knees, this instant, and ask the prince's pardon.