He knows what he is.

It'll break Bostil's heart to see that horse beat." "Dad'll feel bad, but it'll do him good," replied Lucy.
That was the old rider's ruthless spirit speaking out of his daughter's lips.
Slone went close to the King and, putting a hand on the pommel, he looked up at Lucy.

"Maybe--it is--a dream--an' you won't come back," he said, with unsteady voice.
"Then I'll come in dreams," she flashed.

"Be careful of yourself....
Good-by." And at a touch the impatient King was off.

From far up the slope near a monument Lucy looked back.