The King came into the room.
Sola realised that he had changed his clothes and was now wearing a long dark robe.
Then she remembered why he was late.
“What has happened?” she asked. “What has gone wrong?”
The King came to the side of the bed and sat down facing her.
“I am sorry if I have been a long time,” he said. “And I was afraid you might perhaps be worried.”
“What has occurred?”
“Nothing,” he replied, “except that I have had a message from my Officer-in-Charge of the troops that they had now found the bombs that the revolutionaries intended to blow up The Palace and the Parliament Buildings with!”
Sola gave a cry of horror.
“I am certain,” the King went on, “that if you had not been clever enough to have those small boys with us, a bomb would have been thrown into our carriag
