The King paled. "Let us hasten," he said. "It is the last chance.
Perhaps the boy has skill." Then, turning to the little group of
people from the forest, he beckoned grimly. "Come with me," he said.
"Save my son's life, and you save your own. Otherwise I swear that you
shall all die the most hideous and painful of deaths."

Descending from the throne with tottering steps, for the King had grown
a feeble old man, he led the way from the great hall. Behind him came
the doctor and the Hermit. John followed, with the animals in his arms
and close about his heels.

So they came to the door of a room in one wing of the palace.




XXII

THE PRINCE'S CHAMBER

At the door the King paused and turned back to the little company which
followed him.

"You may enter," he said, "and try your skill on the Prince, who is
near to death. If you cure him, I will give you whatsoever reward you
may demand. But see that you do not fail!" The King's voice was full
of menace. "Enter, in the name of whatever magic you use."

"In the name of love we come," said the Hermit gently; "and in the name
of love we shall do our best for your son, O King. Enter softly, John.