A faint sound of spurs arrested the trooper in mid speech. He instantly jammed on his casque and sprang sharp to "attention." In the curtained doorway opposite an officer appeared in golden armour; Sydney stood forward at the salute.
"A recruit, sir."
The boy went trembling and presented his letter.
"Hum—Mr. Browne?"
The boy blushed.
"We have your credentials, Trooper Browne, which are approved." He glanced over the letter. "I see that you passed with honours in horsemanship at the school of arms. Report at the Mess dinner to take the oath, after which you will be presented when her Majesty permits. Trooper Sydney, take charge of this gentleman."
As the Adjutant passed on towards the State apartments, a sergeant of the corps came running down the stairs, but stood aghast at the sight of his officer, and tried to conceal a large green cardboard box.
"Sergeant Dymoke," the Adjutant gave signs of impatience; "carrying parcels here?"
Dymoke grinned uneasily, dropping the box as he came to the salute.
"Forgive the Queen's champion, sir, for bearing the Queen's favours."