The prisoners rode near the center of the column, surrounded by

troopers. For a time they were both silent. Barney was wondering if

he had accidentally tumbled into the private grounds of Lutha's

largest madhouse, or if, in reality, these people mistook him for

the young king--it seemed incredible.

It had commenced slowly to dawn upon him that perhaps the girl was

not crazy after all. Had not the officer addressed her as "your

highness"? Now that he thought upon it he recalled that she did have

quite a haughty and regal way with her at times, especially so when

she had addressed the officer.

Of course she might be mad, after all, and possibly the bandit, too,

but it seemed unbelievable that the officer was mad and his entire

troop of cavalry should be composed of maniacs, yet they all

persisted in speaking and acting as though he were indeed the mad

king of Lutha and the young girl at his side a princess.

From pitying the girl he had come to feel a little bit in awe of

her. To the best of his knowledge he had never before associated

with a real princess. When he recalled that he had treated her as he

would an ordinary mortal, and that he had thought her demented, and

had tried to humor her mad whims, he felt very foolish indeed.

Presently he turned a sheepish glance in her direction, to find her

looking at him. He saw her flush slightly as his eyes met hers.

"Can your highness ever forgive me?" he asked.

"Forgive you!" she cried in astonishment. "For what, your

majesty?"

"For thinking you insane, and for getting you into this horrible

<<BackPagesTo menuNext>>