“’Tis one who pities thee. Why moanest thou?”
“O Master Gyges, flee! flee!” whispered the boy, excitedly.
“Ah! ’Tis thou, Aldo. What ails thee?”
“The soldiers are looking for thee.”
“For me? And why?”
“They have an order for thy arrest.”
“An order for my arrest? How didst thou leave the stables? Does not thy back pain thee?”
“Ay, my master; but I wished to warn thee.”
“Didst thou go to my rooms?”
“Ay; the soldiers are there.”