’I don’t agree with you, Jack. You are taking a wrong view of it. To my mind, the king is only acting just as I should have expected him to do,’ cried Gerald enthusiastically. ’What did I always say of him, from the very first time I set eyes upon him? I knew—yes, _knew_—something seemed to tell me—how high-minded, how truly noble he was! I always declared it! But at that time it was only a feeling in my mind, a sort of instinct. Now we have before us proofs such as every one can see for himself.— What do you think, sir?’ he added, addressing his guardian. ’Truly, my son, your instinct in this case led you aright,’ returned Armeath, nodding his head and smiling. ’It is a goodly lesson for all of us; a grand example, one worthy to be remembered and pondered for the rest of our lives!’ It was a great time for the two chums and their guardian, that which followed. As the honoured guests of the king, and the special friends and companions of the amiable prince his son, they travelled about continually. Sometimes in the _Ivenia_, at others in the prince’s splendid air-yacht, they made numerous journeys; and everywhere they met with cordial receptions from the rulers and nobles of the various nations, visited everything that was worth seeing, and enjoyed to the full all the varied entertainments provided for their amusement. One day there was a great assembly of nobles and dignitaries at the ’palace in the clouds,’ the special occasion being—so it had been given out—to do honour to some of those whom King Ivanta wished to reward. Foremost amongst these he placed the outlaw-chief Fumenta, and the young stranger Malto, who had now quite recovered from his wound. Then it was that King Ivanta made an announcement which came as a surprise indeed. He began by calling upon Malto to declare the nature of the request he wished to prefer. ’My dear son Prince Alondra,’ the king said, ’has never ceased to remind me again and again of the promise he made to you, Malto. Not, indeed, that I required any such reminders; I am far too sensible of the great service you rendered him and his two companions, our guests, when you enabled them to escape from Agrando’s power. No, I had not forgotten! So far from forgetting, I may tell you that I have been busily making inquiries of my own in anticipation of what your request was likely to be. At last my vague guesses have been completely confirmed by certain confessions made to me by those two traitors Agrando and his creature Kazzaro. So, Malto, my friend, speak out, and ask without fear.’ ’It concerns my father, sir—my father who died many years ago in exile, an outcast, driven from his country at your orders, owing to the machinations of his enemies, of whom that same Kazzaro was the chief.’