Yet the message was a very simple one.

Those in charge of the child were to creep away that very night with the messenger, who would guide them in safety to King Humayon, who had found help and shelter in Persia.
Head-nurse and Foster-mother wept tears of joy at the glad news, and proposed at once that they should wrap the child in a blanket and start.
But Foster-father was more wary.
"You come as a thief in the darkness," he said.

"Where is your token from the king, that I may know who you are ?" But there was no token.
"Then the child stays where he is," asserted Foster-father boldly.

"Am I not right oh! Faithful ?" "Assuredly my lord is right.

Who knows but this man may be an emissary of those who would wile away the little lad from his uncle, Prince Askurry's protection.