But now I shall have none of the glory.

I was sleeping in a tree.

It was you who were the hero, the prince." "Ah, sweet prince, had they once laid hold on the true prize, methinks neither you nor I would so easily have escaped," said Paul, who had vivid recollections of the iron hands that had been laid upon him by the stern men who had carried him off.

"I know not how I could have escaped, had it not been that they were willing to be quit of me when they found out I was not him whom they sought." But the prince was hardly satisfied with the rather tame ending to the adventure.
"To be rescued by a farmer, and carried home on his nag!" he said, tossing back his curls with a gesture of hauteur.

"Paul, I would that you had cut your way through the very heart of them.