"You know me, I perceive, George," said the king.
"I have never set eyes on your majesty before," rejoined the forester, "but I should know that royal countenance among a thousand."
"I hope some others who may chance to see me in these parts may not be gifted with thy discernment, honest George," replied Charles. "You have served the king, my father—now you must serve me."
"In the field, sire?" cried George, eagerly.
"Alack! my good fellow, I have no longer an army," remarked the king sadly. "These are all the followers left me—and I must, perforce, part with them."
"But I will never leave your majesty unless you bid me," rejoined George.
"You have four brothers, ha?"
"All as trusty as myself. Your majesty will be safe with us. All the wealth of the kingdom should not tempt us to betray you."
"Enough," replied the king, dismounting—his bridle being held by George Penderel.
The principal personages composing the royal retinue dismounted at the same time, and followed his majesty into the house. By the direction of Captain Giffard all the horses were then taken into the interior of the ruined monastery, with the exception of the king's steed, which was brought by George Penderel into the hall.