Then the next day, mayhap, they would all go a-hawking, and at each and all of these diversions Humayon's little son was part of his father's enjoyment, and so naturally, became more and more of a man every day.
He used to ride on Horse-chestnut, and Tumbu was always of the party, getting in consequence rather too fat, by reason of the rich food which was given him.
But despite all this fun and jollity little Prince Akbar was not quite satisfied.
"You took my mother away with you to the hills," he would say to his father.

"Why didn't you bring her back with you?
I want to see her." Then King Humayon would laugh--for he was always merry--and bid his little son be patient.

His mother would come with the spring.

At present she was in Persia, but so soon as the passes were open she would start for Kabul.

And then there would be fun! Whereupon little Prince Akbar would smile a dignified smile, and say, _of course_ there would be fun! Now out of this arose a plan which came into King Humayon's head, as so many other plans came, without very much thought; for he was full of kindly, not over-wise fancies.