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RUPERT OF HENTZAU.
Sapt stopped, turned, and retraced his steps. He took a crown from his pocket. As he looked up in giving it, there was a queer smile on his broad weather-beaten face.
"Aye," he said, "every man that deserves a crown shall have one, if I can give it him."
Then he turned again to James, who had now come up, and laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Come along, my king-maker," said he.
James looked in his face for a moment. The Constable's eyes met his, and the Constable nodded.
So they turned to the lodge where the dead king and his huntsman lay. Verily the fate drove.
