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CHAPTER XXIV.
THE PROPHECY.
CURDIE sat and watched every motion of the sleeping king. All the night, to his ear, the palace lay as quiet as a nursery of healthful children. At sunrise he called the princess.
"How has his Majesty slept?" were her first words as she entered the room.
"Quite quietly," answered Curdie; "that is, since the doctor was got rid of."
"How did you manage that?" inquired Irene; and Curdie had to tell all about it.
"How terrible!" she said. "Did it not startle the king dreadfully?"
"It did rather. I found him getting out of bed, sword in hand."
"The brave old man!" cried the princess.
"Not so old!" said Curdie, "—as you will soon see.
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