XXXI "The Son of Stefan Loristan"

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They stood and looked at it. There was a stillness in which all the world might have ceased breathing.

``What next?'' said Prince Ivor, at last speaking quietly and low. ``What next, Father?''

``Great things which will come, one by one,'' said the King, ``if we hold ourselves ready.''

Prince Ivor turned his face from the lovely, white, broken city, and put his brown hand on his father's arm.

``Upon the ledge that night--'' he said, ``Father, you remember --?'' The King was looking far away, but he bent his head:

``Yes. That will come, too,'' he said. ``Can you repeat it?''

``Yes,'' said Ivor, ``and so can the aide-de-camp. We've said it a hundred times. We believe it's true. `If the descendant of the Lost Prince is brought back to rule in Samavia, he will teach his people the Law of the One, from his throne. He will teach his son, and that son will teach his son, and he will teach his. And through such as these, the whole world will learn the Order and the Law.' ''