Oldal 233 [233]
KING BIZARRE AND PRINCE CHARMING
dripping with blood, not without pleasure. Man is de¬
cidedly the king of wild beasts.
The traitor’s death decided the fate of the day. The
royal army, electrified by the heroism of its leader, soon
dispersed the straggling battalions. The rebels, having
nothing more to hope, sued for pardon, and their prayer
was granted by the happy and clement king.
An hour after quitting the camp where he had wished to
die, Charming returned in triumph, bringing with him con¬
querors and conquered, all blended in the same ranks, the
former loudly protesting their loyalty, the latter over¬
powering them with their enthusiasm. Nothing sharpens
devotion so much as a little treason.
X
IN WHICH WE SEE THAT IT IS WRONG TO JUDGE ACCORDING
TO APPEARANCES, AND THAT TONTO WAS NOT TONTO
The king entered his tent to rest a moment, when the
sight of Rachimburg reminded him of Tonto.
“Is the page dead? he asked.
“No, sire,” answered Rachimburg; “unfortunately for
him, he is still living; he is hopeless. I ordered him carried
to his aunt’s, the Countess de Castro s, close by here."
“Ts he the countess’s nephew?” said the king. “I was
never told of it.’
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