'What shall I do with this boy,' he said, 'who defies me and thinks that he is to become King of England?' 'Behead him,' said one. 'Have him poisoned,' said another. 'Put his eyes out,' suggested a hard-faced nobleman who had not spoken before; 'the people will not care to have a blind man for their king.' 'Put out his eyes,' mused the king; 'put out his eyes; those eyes which look with unseemly boldness at his uncle and true sovereign.' The longer he dwelt upon the idea the more attractive did it become to him. The boy who could not be made to fear him; who persisted in believing that he would one day force his uncle to yield up the crown--it would be gratifying to know that he had been deprived of his frank, fearless eyes. John sent to the prison a man called Hubert de Burgh, whom he believed to be devoted to himself; and gave him charge of Prince Arthur. Hubert had a stern face but a kind heart, and he soon grew so much attached to the bright boy who was his prisoner, that he felt towards him almost as a father. He took the prince out of the dungeon, and gave him bright sunny rooms in another part of the castle; and often he spent hours with his young charge, enjoying his cheerful boyish conversation. What was Hubert's dismay when one day he received a letter from the king, commanding that his prisoner's eyes should be burned out with hot irons. Not only that, but he had sent two executioners to see that it was done. Hubert was hardly able to bear the pain which such an order gave him; but he was unable to see any way of escape for the prince. He entered Arthur's room that morning with so sad a face that the prince asked what ailed him. 'May one not be sad at times, prince?' said Hubert, whose sorrow made him gruff. 'Indeed there may be many things that make people sad,' replied Prince Arthur, 'although I was nearly forgetting that any one could be unhappy who is out of prison.--Indeed, Hubert, I am beginning to think that if only I were free and kept sheep I could be as merry as the day is long. Perhaps I should not trouble any longer about being a king if only I had the blue sky above my head once more, and no prison bars.--I wish I were your son, Hubert; and then I should not have to spend my time in prison.' Poor Hubert, it was necessary that he should tell the prince what was going to happen; and yet the longer he waited the more impossible it seemed for him to begin. He moved uneasily about the room, and looked so gloomy, that Arthur felt sure that something was the matter. 'Here, prince, read this letter,' said Hubert abruptly at last, feeling it impossible that he could utter the dreadful news. Arthur took the letter; and then he became deadly pale. 'Hubert, is this true?' he said. 'Prince, these are your uncle's orders!' said Hubert with a shaking voice. 'Have you the heart to do it?' said Arthur piteously. 'Will you indeed burn out my eyes?'