drew in at the chief station at Melzarr.

"Sir," said Rastka, as they were entering, "will you stand up that the
people may see you? Those on the outskirts of the crowd will have the
merest glimpse, but they will never forget."

Marco stood up. The others grouped themselves behind him. There arose
a roar of voices, which ended almost in a shriek of joy which was like
the shriek of a tempest. Then there burst forth the blare of brazen
instruments playing the National Hymn of Samavia, and mad voices joined
in it.

If Marco had not been a strong boy, and long trained in self-control,
what he saw and heard might have been almost too much to be borne.
When the train had come to a full stop, and the door was thrown open,
even Rastka's dignified voice was unsteady as he said, "Sir, lead the
way. It is for us to follow."

And Marco, erect in the doorway, stood for a moment, looking out upon
the roaring, acclaiming, weeping, singing and swaying multitude--and
saluted just as he had saluted The Squad, looking just as much a boy,
just as much a man, just as much a thrilling young human being.

Then, at the sight of him standing so, it seemed as if the crowd went
mad--as the Forgers of the Sword had seemed to go mad on the night in
the cavern. The tumult rose and rose, the crowd rocked, and leapt,
and, in its frenzy of emotion, threatened to crush itself to death.
But for the lines of soldiers, there would have seemed no chance for
any one to pass through it alive.

"I am the son of Stefan Loristan," Marco said to himself, in order to
hold himself steady. "I am on my way to my father."

Afterward, he was moving through the line of guarding soldiers to the
entrance, where two great state-carriages stood; and there, outside,
waited even a huger and more frenzied crowd than that left behind. He
saluted there again, and again, and again, on all sides. It was what
they had seen the Emperor do in Vienna. He was not an Emperor, but he
was the son of Stefan Loristan who had brought back the King.

"You must salute, too," he said to The Rat, when they got into the
state carriage. "Perhaps my father has told them. It seems as if they
knew you."

The Rat had been placed beside him on the carriage seat. He was
inwardly shuddering with a rapture of exultation which was almost
anguish. The people were looking at him--shouting at him--surely it
seemed like it when he looked at the faces nearest in the crowd.
Perhaps Loris