Well, ye’re an honest rebel – rebel, yes, rebel. Hark ye, hark. Say nothing of this talk to any one. And hark again. So long as you remain here at Kew, I shall see that you are safe – safe.” “God bless your Majesty!” “Eh?” “God bless your noble Majesty?” “Come – come – come,” smiled the king in delight, “I thought I could conquer ye – conquer ye.” “Not the king, but the king’s kindness, your Majesty.