The falconer then retired, and Colonel Lane turned to bid Careless good morning--glancing significantly at the same time at the king, who stood respectfully aside with his cap in his hand. "Maybe you don't know me, colonel," said Charles, with an awkward bow. "Oh! yes, I know thee well enough, Will," replied Colonel Lane. "Thou art David Jones's son, and my sister's new groom. I hope thou wilt serve her well. Put down thy portmanteau and come with me to the stables." Charles obeyed, and followed Colonel Lane and the others to the stables, which were very large, but there were not many horses in the stalls. Lutwyche came forward as his master entered with the others. He stared when he saw the king in his groom's attire, and a cunning smile lighted up his hard features. "This is Will Jones, my sister's new groom, Lutwyche," said the colonel. "Explain to him what he will have to do." "I should guess he has not had much experience, colonel," replied the old groom with a grin. "Mistress Jane, I understand, is going to Bristol, but she has not yet told me which horse she will ride. Her favourite steed has not been right since she returned from Worcester. She can't take him. The horse that came in last night is strong enough to carry double, and I think would do very well." "Ay, he is a good horse," replied the colonel, in a doubtful tone. "But there are some objections to him." "I don't see 'em," said the groom. "I wish your honour would just look at him. I fancy he did some hard work yesterday, but he seems quite fresh this morning." The whole party then went to look at the horse, and he certainly seemed to deserve the groom's praises. As Charles went into the stall and patted him, the horse turned round and whinnied gently, as if in recognition. "He knows you, Will Jones," remarked Lutwyche. "Ay, that's plain enough," replied the king. Then turning to Colonel Lane, he added, "Your honour seems to have some objections to this horse, or I would make bold to recommend him for the journey. Were I allowed the choice, I should prefer him to any other horse in the stable." "Well, since you like him so much, Will, e'en take him," said the colonel. "My sister ought to have been consulted on the point, but I have no doubt she will be content." "Here comes the fair lady herself," cried Lord Wilmot, as Jane entered the stable. While saluting the rest of the party, she looked round for the king, and discovering him, greeted him with a smile. Charles then came out of the stall, and making a rustic bow, inquired whether she had any commands for him. "I am glad to find thou hast arrived safely, Will," she said. "But I have no special orders to give thee, except that thou must be ready to start soon after breakfast." "I shall be ready at any moment you may require me," replied Charles. "Will this horse suit you, Jane?" asked her brother.