

While the King ate, the rigour of his royal dignity relaxed a little,
and with his growing contentment came a desire to talk. He said--I
think thou callest thyself Miles Hendon, if I heard thee aright?

Yes, Sire, Miles replied; then observed to himself, If I _must_
humour the poor lads madness, I must Sire him, I must Majesty him,
I must not go by halves, I must stick at nothing that belongeth to the
part I play, else shall I play it ill and work evil to this charitable
and kindly cause.