Chapter XIII. The disappearance of the Prince.
A heavy drowsiness presently fell upon the two comrades. The King said--
"Remove these rags" --meaning his clothing.
Hendon disapparelled the boy without dissent or remark, tucked him up in bed, then glanced about the room, saying to himself , ruefully, "He hath taken my bed again, as before--marry, what shall _I_ do?" The little King observed his perplexity, and dissipated it with a word. He said, sleepily--
"Thou wilt sleep athwart the door, and guard it." In a moment more he was out of his troubles, in a deep slumber.
"Dear heart, he should have been born a king!" muttered Hendon, admiringly; "he playeth the part to a marvel."
Then he stretched himself across the door, on the floor, saying contentedly--
"I have lodged worse for seve
