“Lordy,” Huck said. “You hear that, Jim?” “Yes, my friends, I is the rightful King of France.” “Jim?” from Huck. “I done heard,” I said to the boy. The Dauphin tossed his face into his palms and wept. “Here I is,” he said. “So dreadfully far away from my home and don’t nobody even call me ‘Yer Majesty’ or ‘Yer Highness.’ ” “Don’t be too sad, Yer Highness,” Huck said. “At least them dogs and temperance people didn’t catch up to you.”
