Give it to none but my uncle, the Lord Hertford; when he shall see it, he will know and say I wrote it.

Then he will send for me." "Might it not be best, my Prince, that we wait here until I prove myself and make my rights secure to my domains?
I should be so much the better able then to--" The King interrupted him imperiously-- "Peace! What are thy paltry domains, thy trivial interests, contrasted with matters which concern the weal of a nation and the integrity of a throne ?" Then, he added, in a gentle voice, as if he were sorry for his severity, "Obey, and have no fear; I will right thee, I will make thee whole--yes, more than whole.

I shall remember, and requite." So saying, he took the pen, and set himself to work.

Hendon contemplated him lovingly a while, then said to himself-- "An' it were dark, I should think it WAS a king that spoke; there's no denying it, when the humour's upon on him he doth thunder and lighten like your true King; now where got he that trick?
See him scribble and scratch away contentedly at his meaningless pot-hooks, fancying them to be Latin and Greek--and except my wit shall serve me with a lucky device for diverting him from his purpose, I shall be forced to pretend to post away to-morrow on this wild errand he hath invented for me." The next moment Sir Miles's thoughts had gone back to the recent episode.
So absorbed was he in his musings, that when the King presently handed him the paper which he had been writing, he received it and pocketed it without being conscious of the act.

"How marvellous strange she acted," he muttered.