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    a  te tle  o some trees. o t noo make: o run, and t e enougerrible stitc t kept dropping into . eady on  too, and more turned one.

    trees  been and in t making it any cooler. It , grey days  even try to soo muco do.

    Suddenly  a great tas a merry call, ti-ro-to-to- moment  into a wide glade and  found himself in a crowd of people.

    At least, it looked a croo y t fifteen or  ty of tlemen in green ingdress, anding by tre someone o mount. And t for , fat,  applecwinkling eyed King you could imagine.

    As soon as Sa came in sig all about mounting  o Sa,  up, and  in a great, deep  voice t seemed to come from ttom of :  quot;Corin! My son! And on foot, and in rags! -”

    quot;No,quot; panted Sa, s;Not Prince Corin. I - I - know Im  like as ings.”

    taring at Sa raordinary expression on his  face.

    quot;Are you K-King Lune?quot; gasped Sa. And t ing for an  ans;Lord King - fly - Anvard s tes - enemies upon you - Rabadaswo  hundred horse.”

    quot;; asked one of tlemen.

    quot;My o; said Sa. quot;Ive seen tashbaan.”

    quot;On foot?quot; said tleman, raising tle.

    ,quot; said Sa.

    quot;Question ; said King Lune. quot;I see trut ride for it, gentlemen. A spare ,  friend?”

    For ans  in tirrup of toer  a imes   fe no  first nig ack.

    o o t;true  , Sire. Ill  theres noble blood in him.”

    quot;,quot; said tared   Sa again  curious expression, almost a eady, grey  eyes.

    But by noy