A sad price for glory! "Sweet son," said he, "God give you good perseverance.

You are my true and valiant son, and have this day shown yourself worthy of a crown." And the brave boy bowed low before his father, and modestly disclaimed the whole glory of the victory.
Loud and long did the loyal knights and soldiers cheer their brave king and their heroic prince; and when they saw the latter bind on his helmet the plume of three ostrich feathers, worn by the most illustrious of his slain foemen, John, King of Bohemia, with the noble motto _Ich dien_ ("I serve") beneath, their enthusiasm knew no bounds.

And the motto has descended from prince to prince since then, and remains to this day as a glorious memorial of this famous boy, who earned it by doing his duty in the face of danger, and setting an example to all about him that "he who serves rules.".