It was the Crooked One.
Panting and breathless I stood an unresisting prisoner, for I knew the game was up. But I did not reply, understanding that any remark would only call forth more triumphant sneers. As we stood there footsteps hastily approached and another joined us.
“Have you got him?” asked the newcomer.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Good,” said Attero. “He nearly smothered me.”
“I beg your Majesty’s pardon,” said I. “I had no idea it was you.”
“And had you known—what then?” he asked.
“I believe I should have acted in the same way.”
The Crooked One laughed, and said:
“While I hold him, your Majesty will do well to search him. He may carry dangerous weapons.”