"I hate the mention of battles," cried the king, with a shudder.

The king cried in exasperation, "I must know where Gantrell is and what he is about.

Let us hope," cried the king, "that the luck of the reigning house of Lutha has been at last restored.

"Then exchange clothing with me at once," cried the king, half rising from his cot.

"You laid your plebeian hands upon me," cried the king, raising his voice.

"When," cried the king, "has a son been born to you?"

"But why," cried the king in a burst of fear and anger, "why did you not call him back when you saw him disappearing?"

Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away.

On the contrary, my dear sir," cried the king, "nothing could be more successful.

The king was barely crying now, but he noticed the nobles looking at him.