"My mother used to say, 'Fear not! A king's son is a king's son always, so be that he forgets not kingship.'" Head-nurse stood puzzled for a second, then she caught the meaning of the lad's words, for she was a clever, capable woman, and had all a woman's quickness.
"Thou art right, my lad," she said slowly, looking curiously at Roy, from whose face the flash of memory seemed to have passed.

"Thou art right.

In royalty lies safety.

The Heir-to-Empire must receive his enemies as a King! Quick! slaves! Close the tent door and let us bring forth all we have, and make all things as regal as we can.

There is no time to lose." And they did not lose any.