excusing himself from even touching

But, short of death, the young heir should have no shelter. Kumran flung
him into a miserable cell close to the Iron Gate and thought no more of
him. And now, but for faithful Roy, Akbar would indeed have been in
sorry plight. They had barely enough to eat, but Roy stinted himself,
eating nothing but the hard half-burned crusts of the coarse  Free 3.0 V5

hearth-cakes and excusing himself from even touching the miserable mess
of pease-porridge on the ground that he did not like it. So he grew thin
and his brown deer-eyes had a startled look. Indeed, he hardly slept at
all, but watched and dozed beside his little master all night long.

Yet he was always cheerful. Always ready with stories and songs. When he
could not remember any new-old ones, he took to inventing tales of
people who were always in dangers and difficulties, but who took no
notice of them, who went on their way trusting in the Truth.

"For! see you!" he would finish gravely,

    "He who has Truth  Free 3.0 V4 Women

    Need fear no ruth."

So, ever and always his hero came out of his trials scathless.

And, by degrees, this faith in final good grew deep into both the boys'
hearts, and showed in their very faces.

"By my word!" said the Afghan sentry, whom chance one day sent to guard
them. "Ye be a precious pair of Kings!"

He could admire them, though he did not seem in the least ashamed of
having yet once more turned his coat; for he was again on Kumran's side.