"It happened formerly, Lord Sebert, that
I knew how to command your earnestness, and that speedily; but that time has
long gone by. Methinks I can accomplish more among the watchmen upon the
platform. By your leave, my lord!" Bowing, he disappeared in the dark tunnel
of the archway, and the Etheling was left alone save for the graceful figure
awaiting him beside the step. The instant he moved, it sprang forward.
"Lord, is it your wish that I get the horses?"
As the old man had looked down upon the young one, so now the young man stood
looking down upon the boy, regarding him with tolerant severity. "You most
mischief-full elf!" he said. "It would be treating you deservedly were I to
leave you at home."
It did not appear that the lad was seriously cast down; a betraying dimple
came out and played in his cheek, though his mouth struggled for gravity.
"That is unjustly spoken, lord," he protested. "Did I not bear my punishment
with befitting penitence?"
"Penitence!" the Etheling gave one of the small ears a menacing pull as he
descended to the grass. "What! Do you think I did not see your antics with the
dog? You made a jest of the matter, you pixie!"
The page sobered. "I think it great luck that I could, Lord Sebert! Your
servants were eager in making a jest of me when they got the courage from your
displeasure.
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