"What, then, must I call my king?"

" You must call him friend, voila tout."

"And I?" asked Deesen, respectfully. "Will your majesty be so
gracious as to tell me your name?"

"I am Mr. Zoller, travelling musician, and should any one ask you
what I want in Amsterdam, tell them I intend giving a concert. En
avant, mes amis. There lies the first small village of Holland, in
an hour we shall be there, and then we will take the stage and go a
little into the interior. En avant, en avant!"




CHAPTER XII.

TRAVELLING ADVENTURES.


The stage stood before the tavern at Grave, and awaited its
passengers. The departure of the stage was an important occurrence
to the inhabitants of the little town--an occurrence that disturbed
the monotony of their lives for a few moments, and showed them at
least now and then a new face, that gave them something to think of,
and made them dream of the far-off city where the envied travellers
were going.