His eyes wandered from face to face aimlessly, then rested, bewildered, upon the boy before him.

Then he said in a tone of deep disappointment-- "Alack, I had believed the rumour disproportioned to the truth; but I fear me 'tis not so." He breathed a heavy sigh, and said in a gentle voice, "Come to thy father, child: thou art not well." Tom was assisted to his feet, and approached the Majesty of England, humble and trembling.

The King took the frightened face between his hands, and gazed earnestly and lovingly into it awhile, as if seeking some grateful sign of returning reason there, then pressed the curly head against his breast, and patted it tenderly.

Presently he said-- "Dost not know thy father, child?
Break not mine old heart; say thou know'st me.

Thou DOST know me, dost thou not ?" "Yea: thou art my dread lord the King, whom God preserve!" "True, true--that is well--be comforted, tremble not so; there is none here would hurt thee; there is none here but loves thee.