What should he do?
Whither should he go?
Powerful help must be found somewhere, or he must relinquish his inheritance and remain under the imputation of being an impostor besides.

Where could he hope to find this powerful help?
Where, indeed! It was a knotty question.
By-and-by a thought occurred to him which pointed to a possibility--the slenderest of slender possibilities, certainly, but still worth considering, for lack of any other that promised anything at all.

He remembered what old Andrews had said about the young King's goodness and his generous championship of the wronged and unfortunate.

Why not go and try to get speech of him and beg for justice?
Ah, yes, but could so fantastic a pauper get admission to the august presence of a monarch?
Never mind--let that matter take care of itself; it was a bridge that would not need to be crossed till he should come to it.

He was an old campaigner, and used to inventing shifts and expedients: no doubt he would be able to find a way.