The King awoke, just as he had completed his work, complained of the cold, and asked what he was doing.
"'Tis done, now, my liege," said Hendon; "I have a bit of business outside, but will presently return; sleep thou again--thou needest it.
There--let me cover thy head also--thou'lt be warm the sooner." The King was back in dreamland before this speech was ended.

Miles slipped softly out, and slipped as softly in again, in the course of thirty or forty minutes, with a complete second-hand suit of boy's clothing, of cheap material, and showing signs of wear; but tidy, and suited to the season of the year.

He seated himself, and began to overhaul his purchase, mumbling to himself-- "A longer purse would have got a better sort, but when one has not the long purse one must be content with what a short one may do-- "'There was a woman in our town, In our town did dwell--' "He stirred, methinks--I must sing in a less thunderous key; 'tis not good to mar his sleep, with this journey before him, and he so wearied out, poor chap.

.

.