“Speak! what is it?” said the Sergeant.
“The King,” said the landlord, forming a word at last.
“Yes, the King; what of him?” said the Sergeant. “He is lying on his bed upstairs.”
“No, no, no!” said the landlord. “No, no, no!”
“Why, fool, what is the matter?” said the Sergeant, losing his patience.
“The King is——!”
The landlord fell back in his chair unconscious.
CHAPTER XVI
The departing Guests
THE Sergeant unloosed the landlord’s coat and ordered one of his men to procure water and dash it in his face. But Gamaliel had gone too far to be brought round easily, and the time spent in restoring him to his senses was the King’s deliverance.