She looked into his upturned face.
"Too tall to be so stupid," she answered, and untied the bow. "Have you a mother?" she asked suddenly, holding his shoulder gently.
"No, ma'am."
"Ah, poor soul!"
She spoke so sadly that he was distressed.
"What is the matter, ma'am?"
"I was thinking of what we both have missed," said Mary gently.
His bright eyes were bewildered. The Queen drew him to the old chest, seated herself there, and again tied the cravat.
"What is your name?" she asked, as she smoothed it.
"James, ma'am—it was the King his name when I was born," he added proudly.