has happened. These who wert thine enemies, Norman of Torn, be thy
best friends now--that thou should know, so that thou may rest in peace
until thou be better."

He groped for her hand, and, finding it, closed his eyes with a faint
sigh.

They bore him to a cot in an apartment next the Queen's, and all that
night the mother and the promised wife of the Outlaw of Torn sat bathing
his fevered forehead. The King's chirurgeon was there also, while the
King and De Montfort paced the corridor without.

And it is ever thus; whether in hovel or palace; in the days of Moses,
or in the days that be ours; the lamb that has been lost and is found
again be always the best beloved.

Toward morning, Norman of Torn fell into a quiet and natural sleep;
the fever and delirium had succumbed before his perfect health and
iron constitution. The chirurgeon turned to the Queen and Bertrade de
Montfort.

"You had best retire, ladies," he said, "and rest. The Prince will
live."

Late that afternoon he awoke, and no amount of persuasion or commands on
the part of the King's chirurgeon could restrain him from arising.

"I beseech thee to lie quiet, My Lord Prince," urged the chirurgeon.

"Why call thou me prince?" asked Norman of Torn.

"There be one without whose right it be to explain that to thee,"
replied the chirurgeon, "and when thou be clothed, if rise thou wilt,
thou mayst see her, My Lord."

The chirurgeon aided him to dress and, opening the door, he spoke to a
sentry who stood just without. The sentry transmitted the message to a
young squire who was waiting there, and presently the door was thrown
open again from without, and a voice announced:

"Her Majesty, the Queen!"

Norman of Torn looked up in unfeigned surprise, and then there came back
to him the scene in the Queen's apartment the night before. It was all a
sore perplexity to him; he could not fathom it, nor did he attempt to.

And now, as in a dream, he saw the Queen of England coming toward him
across the small room, her arms outstretched; her beautiful face radiant
with happiness and love.

"Richard, my son!" exclaimed Eleanor, coming to him and taking his face
in her hands and kissing him.

"Madame!" exclaimed the surprised man. "Be all the world gone crazy?"

And then she told him the strange story of the little lost prince of
England.

When she had finished, he knelt at her feet, taking her hand in his and
raising it to his lips.

"I did not know,