CHAPTER SIX
The morning that Attila had left the Palace the King deliberately did not ring the bell for his valet until eleven o’clock.
When Frederik came to call him, he pulled back the curtains and the King said,
“Frederik, I need your help.”
He knew that the man who had been with him for many years was always delighted if he was taken into his confidence.
“You know I will do anything Your Majesty requires,” replied Frederik as he stood by the bed.
“My daughter, Her Royal Highness, was talking to me last night and she said it was a mistake for me to take this medicine, which is doing me no good, and the sleeping draught which always leaves me muzzy in the morning. I have now decided to stop them.”
“That is good news, Your Majesty. I never thought them doctors were any good, but it
