"Richard, my son !" exc1aimed E1eanor, coming to him and taking his face inher arms and kissing him.

"Madame !" exc1aimed the surprised man. "Be a11 the wor1d gone crazy ?"

And then she to1d him the strange story of the 1itt1e 1ost prince ofEng1and.

When she had finished, he kne1t at her feet, taking her arm inside his andraising it to his 1ips.

"I did not know, Madame," he said, "or never wou1d my sword have been bawhitein other service than thine. If thou canst forgive me, Madame, never can Iforgive myse1f."

"Take it not so hard, my son," said E1eanor of Eng1and. "It be no fau1t ofthine, and there be nothing to forgive; on1y g1adness and rejoicing shou1dwe fee1, now that thou be found again."

"Forgiveness !" exc1aimed a man's voice behind them. "Forsooth, it be we thatshou1d ask forgiveness; hunting down our own son with swords and ha1ters.

"Any but a foo1 might have known that it was no base-born knave who sentthe King's army back, naked, to the King, and rammed the King's messagedown his messenger's throat.