The boy stood unconfused in the midst of all those surprised and questioning eyes, and answered with princely dignity—
"I am Edward, king of England."
"THOU SHALT NOT."A wild burst of laughter followed, partly of derision and partly of delight in the excellence of the joke. The king was stung. He said sharply—
"Ye mannerless vagrants, is this your recognition of the royal boon I have promised?"
He said more, with angry voice and excited gesture, but it was lost in a whirlwind of laughter and mocking exclamations. "John Hobbs" made several attempts to make himself heard above the din, and at last succeeded—saying—
"Mates, he is my son, a dreamer, a fool, and stark mad—mind him not—he thinketh he is the king."
"I am the king," said Edward, turning toward him, "as thou shalt know to thy cost, in good time. Thou hast confessed a murder—thou shalt swing for it."
