III The Legend of the Lost Prince

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``That fine lad salutes as if he belonged to the army,'' was what he said, though Marco could not hear him.

His companion leaned forward to look through the window. When he caught sight of Marco, a singular expression crossed his face.

``He does belong to an army, sir,'' he answered, ``though he does not know it. His name is Marco Loristan.''

Then Marco saw him plainly for the first time. He was the man with the keen eyes who had spoken to him in Samavian.