But what rule has he, in truth, who reigns not in his people's hearts?
What use to seek the empty glory of a golden crown, who wins not the priceless guerdon of a nation's love?
"Listen then, Paul.

They tell me that in my hands will the kingly power soon be placed.

If that is to be so, I would fain learn for myself the temper of my people.

And this is not to be learned by Edward, Prince of Wales, seated in the midst of proud nobles at his father's court; but it may be learned by a humble wayfarer, who travels from place to place seeking information from whence it may truly be culled--namely, from the artless sons of the soil, who speak not to please their listener but as their heart dictates.
"Paul, tell me I have done well--smile upon me again; for I am very lonely, and my heart sometimes sinks.

But I love my people, and would be loved by them, only I needs must grow to know them first." "O my lord," cried Paul enthusiastically, "how can they help loving you when they see you?
But how come you alone, and in these wild woods, too, infested by fierce robber bands?
It is not meet thus to peril your royal life." The prince placed his hand smilingly on Paul's lips.
"Use not that word again," he said smilingly, yet with a certain imperiousness of manner that became him well.