The king nodded slowly and turned his eyes to me.

That was not so much question as command; the king nodded.

The ancient king nodded, but gently, as though he was afraid his head would fall off.

The King nodded at the wit in this, as did the other peers.

The King nodded and the talk died away again.

The king considered for a moment and then nodded.

The sick old king nodded, and with tears embraced him.

The king nodded again, thoughtfully, as if satisfied by something.

The King nodded to the young page who had opened the door for Paul.

The King nodded, and when he did so, something squeaked in his chest.