And now, like His Gracious Majesty King Humayon, I am enjoying myself.

I want no more! Ha! Ha!" Little Prince Akbar, who was standing by, turned on him sharply.

"Thou art a slave, fellow, and know nothing of Kingship.

Roy and I do.

In his country Kings ride and shoot and play polo, and--and do things.
Besides," he added, "I want my mother." "Your Highness will have to choose her then, so I hear," began the sentry almost rudely, and Roy started to rebuke him, but Prince Akbar was first.
"Of course I shall choose my own mother, slave.