Because he is a warrior and not a politician, because his swordsmanship helps him now not at all, his throne is rocking beneath him.” “And he is very unhappy.” “Not all the time,” smiled the big man. “Sometimes when he slips away alone and takes a few hours holiday by himself among the woods, he is almost happy. Especially when he meets a pretty girl like–” The girl cried out in sudden terror, slipping to her knees before him: “Oh, sire, sire, have mercy! I did not know–you are the king!” “Don’t be afraid.”
