“Hurrah！ Hurrah！” said Corin. “I shan’t have to be King. I shan‘t have to be King. I’ll always be a prince. It‘s princes have all the fun.”
“And that’s truer than thy brother knows， Cor，” said King Lune. “For this is what it means to be a king： to be first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat， and when there‘s hunger in the land （as must be now and then in bad years） to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land.”
When the two boys were going upstairs to bed Cor again asked Corin if nothing could be done about it. And Corin said：
“If you say another word about it， I’ll.I‘ll knock you down.”
