"Yes, of course," said Harry, for Phra had stopped. "Well?"
"But he would not leave the place himself. I know my father. He would say, 'I am the king here by right, and I will never leave. I would sooner die.'"
"I fear so," said Mr. Kenyon.
"I can only think of my father," continued Phra; "you only of your friends, and so we think differently."
"Oh no," said Harry. "Your troubles are ours, just as our troubles are yours."
"That is so," replied the boy; "but I can only think of joining my father to help him defend the palace till he has driven his enemies away."
"Phra is right," said the doctor. "We cannot bring our people away—it seems impossible. We must devote ourselves to joining the King and defending the palace against all enemies."
"It is good advice," said Mr. Kenyon, "but how can we join them? It seems impossible, too."
"We have not tried," said the doctor coldly.
"Sree has tried to find a way in," replied Mr. Kenyon, "and he says it cannot be done. Do you not, Sree?"