"Of course, I cannot
prevent your renouncing all right to the Crown, but it will be most
displeasing to me and against my express wish."
"Your Majesty is very flattering."
"His Majesty is very selfish. Since he has no son, he wants the
privilege of choosing his successor."
So he meant to give me a chance to win the Crown! I shut my eyes; there
was too much satisfaction in them. Yet, I felt almost ashamed. I had
sneered so often at Courtney and his suggestions; had called him a fool
and his words nonsense--even a short half hour ago I would have done the
same again. And now!--Truly there was something strangely impressive and
powerfully alluring about that big, brass-bound book, with its Royal
restitution and honors and the glorious opportunity extended. Would any
man--nay, would any half-man refuse?
Then I opened my eyes and met the King's kindly smile.
"Did the prospect blind you?" he asked.
"Yes," said I, "it did--maybe my eyes are too weak ever to bear the
bright light of royalty."
"Never fear, lad, never fear; they will soon strengthen. Ask Courtney,
if you care to make him a confidant. I am very sure of his advice in the
matter."
"So am I," said I.
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