“No, Sire.”

The King burst into a harsh laugh, and turning to the chamberlain, pointed angrily at the boy, before facing him again frowningly.

“Stand back, boy, and let me pass.”

“I regret, your Majesty. Order me to do something else far more difficult—I would cheerfully obey your commands.”

“But I have nothing else which I wish you to do—only this. Let me pass.”

“No, Sire.”

“Boy, it is the first time in my recollection that I have been refused obedience. Why do you stay me?”

“My master, Sire, has ordered me to keep strict guard here.”

“Hurst, what am I to do to this obstinate fool?”

The chamberlain stepped forward.