XXVII "It is the Lost Prince! It Is Ivor!"

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Then Marco stepped down from the dais as if he were in a dream, and the old man followed him. The men with swords sprang to their feet and made their archway again with a new clash of steel. The old man and the boy passed under it together. Now every man's eyes were fixed on Marco. At the heavy door by which he had entered, he stopped and turned to meet their glances. He looked very young and thin and pale, but suddenly his father's smile was lighted in his face. He said a few words in Samavian clearly and gravely, saluted, and passed out.

``What did you say to them?'' gasped The Rat, stumbling after him as the door closed behind them and shut in the murmur of impassioned sound.

``There was only one thing to say,'' was the answer. ``They are men--I am only a boy. I thanked them for my father, and told them he would never--never forget.''