For Roy's head had been dreadfully confused by that sunstroke in the desert.

Only that morning something had seemed to come back to him in a flash, and he had so far forgotten he was only a page boy as to call the little Heir-to-Empire "Brother," but Head-nurse's cuff had brought him back to reality in double quick time.

And as he sat there in the dark he saw a man creeping stealthily to the tent.

He was on his feet in a moment challenging him.
"Hush!" whispered the newcomer, "I bring a message from King Humayon.

I must see Foster-father at once." The good man was already between the quilts, but he got up quickly, and when he had heard the message he sent for Head-nurse and Foster-mother and Old Faithful, for he felt that a most momentous decision had to be made.