There, were the seals, the flowing ribbons,
the heavy signature of the King. The sheets rustled and twisted in my
fingers, curling back and forth like things alive. I saw them dimly as
though through a haze; my senses were dulled with sudden wonder and
emotion. And, yet, I had thought of it all many times since yesterday;
Courtney had predicted for me some of these very honors; I, myself, had
even anticipated them--indeed, they had been the powerful inducement
for my decision. And, now, when I had them in my very hands, put there
by the King himself, I was simply overpowered. To some scoffer I may
seem sentimental or childish; and to him I say: "wait until you are in
similar circumstances."
Presently I got my senses and, I trust, thanked His Majesty in proper
words. But he, would have none of it.
"They are yours by right of birth, you have simply come to your own,"
he said.
"But only by your gracious favor," I protested.
"Then, do me a small return: wear the Huzzar uniform this evening."
I must have looked my surprise.
"We are pretty much of a size and I think mine will fit you," he
observed.
"It is very little you ask, Sire." I answered.
"Then my valet will squire you," and he rang for the servant.
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