Supported by Nizza Macascree and her aunt, and followed by Leonard, Amabel contrived to reach her own chamber, and as soon as she was sufficiently recovered from the agitation she had experienced, detailed to them all that had passed in her interview with the king.  While the party were consulting together as to the course to be pursued in this emergency, the tap of a wand was heard at the door, and the summons being answered by Mrs. Buscot, she found one of the ushers without, who informed her it was the king’s pleasure that no one should leave the house till the following day, without his permission.

“To insure obedience to his orders,” continued the usher, “his majesty requires that the keys of the stables be delivered to the keeping of his chief page, Mr. Chiffinch, who has orders, together with myself, to keep watch during the night.”

So saying, he bowed and retired, while Mrs. Buscot returned with this new and alarming piece of intelligence to the others.

“Why should the mandate be respected?” cried Leonard, indignantly.  “We have committed no crime, and ought not to be detained prisoners.  Trust to me, and I will find some means of eluding their vigilance.  If you will remain here to-morrow,” he added to Amabel, “you are lost.”

“Do not expect any rational advice from me, my dear niece,” observed Mrs. Buscot, “for I am fairly bewildered.”

“Shall I not forfeit the king’s protection by disobeying his injunctions?” replied Amabel.  “I am safer here than if I were to seek a new asylum, which would be speedily discovered.”

“Heaven grant you may not have cause to repent your decision!” cried Leonard, despondingly.

“I must now, perforce, quit you, my dear niece,” said Mrs. Buscot, “though it breaks my heart to do so.  His majesty’s arrival has thrown everything into confusion, and if I do not look after the supper, which is commanded at an early hour, it will never be ready.  As it is, there will be nothing fit to set before him.  What with my distress about you, and my anxiety about the royal repast, I am well-nigh beside myself.”

With this, she quitted the room, and Amabel signifying to Leonard that she desired to be left alone with Nizza Macascree, he departed at the same time.

As Mrs. Buscot had stated, the utmost confusion prevailed below.  The royal purveyor and cook, who formed part of the king’s suite, were busily employed in the kitchen, and though they had the whole household at their command, they made rather slow progress at first, owing to the want of materials.  In a short time, however, this difficulty was remedied.  Ducks were slaughtered by the dozen; fowls by the score, and a couple of fat geese shared the same fate.  The store ponds were visited for fish by John Lutcombe; and as the country abounded with game, a large supply of pheasants, partridges, and rabbits was speedily procured by the keeper and his assistants.  Amongst others, Blaize lent a helping-hand in this devastation of the poultry-yard, and he had just returned to the kitchen, and commenced plucking one of the geese, when he was aroused by a slap on the shoulder, and looking up, beheld Pillichody.