“Of course,” said the King. “There is not a better doctor in the world.”
Leoni’s eyes flashed, as he bowed his head gravely.
“But you are not going,” said the King decisively.
“No, Sire, unless your Majesty thought it wise that I should go, and take you as my servant.”
“What!” shouted the King.
“In disguise, of course, Sire.”
“That I won’t!” cried the King. “Either in disguise or out of it. Bah! Pish! The idea is absurd. Go as your servant! Are you growing into your dotage, man?”
The two young men exchanged glances, brothers once again in combination against their rival for the King’s favour, who seemed to be coming to the front and leaving them behind.
“Pardon me, Sire,” said the doctor humbly. “I proposed that, as it seemed an easy way to achieve your ends.”
“I would sooner give up the project, Master Leoni,” said the King haughtily. “Propose something else.”