

What King?

Of England.

Of England?  Then Henry is gone!

Alack, it is so.  I am his son.

A black frown settled down upon the hermits face, and he clenched his
bony hands with a vindictive energy.  He stood a few moments, breathing
fast and swallowing repeatedly, then said in a husky voice--

Dost know it was he that turned us out into the world houseless and
homeless?

There was no response.