His face was blank.
“Can I do anything for you?” the king gently asked.
“No, thank you. I’m only a little shaken, and will be up in a few minutes.”
“Would you like the queen to come?”
“No. It would distress her. Not a word of this to her!”
The king led us out. At the door I looked back and won a smile.
We went in silence, and the king stepped into his apartments, bidding us wait in the corridor a minute.
I turned a keen look on Christopher, and he met it frankly.
“Are you hurt?” I asked.
“No, sir.”