"Little King Loc, I will not forget you, and I will love you as much as Breath-of-Wind."
"And who is Breath-of-Wind?"
"My cream-coloured pony; he has a pink bridle and eats out of my hand. When he was small, the squire Freeheart used to bring him up to my room of a morning, and I used to kiss him. But now Freeheart is at Rome and Breath-of-Wind is too big to go upstairs."
King Loc smiled.
"Bee, will you love me more than Breath-of-Wind?"
"I will."
"That is right."
"I will, but I cannot; I hate you, little King Loc, because you prevent me seeing my mother and George again."
"Who is George?"
"George is George, and I like him."