FIGHTING Twice Felix saw the king.

Once there was a review of the horse outside the camp, and Felix, having to attend with his master's third charger (a mere show and affectation, for there was not the least chance of his needing it), was now and then very near the monarch.

For that day at least he looked every whit what fame had reported him to be.

A man of unusual size, his bulk rendered him conspicuous in the front of the throng.

His massive head seemed to accord well with the possession of despotic power.
The brow was a little bare, for he was no longer young, but the back of his head was covered with thick ringlets of brown hair, so thick as to partly conceal the coronet of gold which he wore.