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Marco stood up. The others grouped themselves behind him. There arose a roar of voices, which ended almost in a shriek of joy which was like the shriek of a tempest. Then there burst forth the blare of brazen instruments playing the National Hymn of Samavia, and mad voices joined in it.
"But there is some one in Samavia who has begun to suspect that it might be true," Marco answered. "If there were not, I should not have been shut in the cellar. Some one thought my father knew something. The spies had orders to find out what it was." "Yes. Yes. That's true, too!" The Rat answered anxiously. "We shall have to be very careful."
"The hair-dresser didn't want to be a hair-dresser, and the shoemaker didn't want to make shoes," said The Rat. "They both wanted to be mountain-climbers. There are mountains in Samavia and mountains on the way to it. You showed them to me on the map.
I've invented things about him because these chaps like to hear me tell them. They're only stories." "We likes 'im," a voice called out, "becos 'e wos the right sort; 'e'd fight, 'e would, if 'e was in Samavia now." Marco rapidly asked himself how much he might say. He decided and spoke to them all. "He is not part of a legend. He's part of Samavian history," he said.
"It shows that everybody is thinking and talking of Samavia, and that even the common people know it must have a real king. This must be the time!" And what he meant was that this must be the time for which the Secret Party had waited and worked so long the time for the Rising.
That part I knew to be true, though I should have believed it was true even if I had not known. There has always been a king ready for Samavia even when he has labored with his hands and served others. Each one took the oath of allegiance." "As I did?" said Marco, breathless with excitement. When one is twelve years old, to be so near a Lost Prince who might end wars is a thrilling thing.
He felt hot for a moment and then felt cold. He saw a new idea all at once. He had been making a mistake in tactics. No more was said but, when they were alone afterwards, he poured himself forth to Marco. "I was a fool!" he cried out. "Why couldn't I see it for myself! Shall I tell you what I believe has been done? There is some one who has influence in England and who is a friend to Samavia.
And if he has been training kings for Samavia all these centuries they may have been poor and nobody may have known about them, but they've been kings. That's what he did just by being alive a few years. When I think of him and then think of the other there's such an awful difference that yes I'm sorry. For the first time. I'm his son and I can't care about him; but he's too lonely I want to go."
Train-loads of food and supplies of all things needed began to cross the frontier; the aid of nations was bestowed. Samavia, at peace to till its land, to raise its flocks, to mine its ores, would be able to pay all back. Samavia in past centuries had been rich enough to make great loans, and had stored such harvests as warring countries had been glad to call upon.
And he could be silent, and wait for the right time to speak. He could keep still when other men could not. He could keep his face still and his hands and his eyes. Now all Samavia knows what he has done, and that he has been the greatest patriot in the world. We both saw what Samavians were like that night in the cavern. They will go mad with joy when they see his face!"
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