are you, and what brings you here?" queried most fiercely and with scowls. The prince stammered that he was sometimes called Chun, a most unfortunate invention, for Chun was the name of a local bandit. The soldiers frowns turned to pleased smiles (there was a reward offered), and the captain said: "So you are Chun, and you have just robbed some poor person of a new suit and a cheese. Off with his head, my braves." Chang now saw that he was indeed in a tangle. A bold face seemed the only escape. He put on a stern look, saying: "How dare you execute men without a trial? Do you not know that I am Prince Chang, son of your noble King?" The captain bowed in mock humility. "Your Highness seems large for such a tender age. I happen to know that King Yen Chi's eldest son is only two years old. Let your swords drink, men."
The terrible truth was made plain to Chang. He had wandered across the border of his father's kingdom. He was in a neighboring and hostile country. . . .
The swords were lifted to strike, when—
