His Majesty, with a countenance full of honour and goodness, interrupted my compliment, and asked me how I did; at which answering only with a bow, says the king, “I am sorry to see you are hurt; I would have laid my commands on you not to have shown yourself in so sharp a piece of service, if I had known you had been in the camp.”  “Your Majesty does me too much honour,” said I, “in your care of a life that has yet done nothing to deserve your favour.”  His Majesty was pleased to say something very kind to me relating to my behaviour in the battle of Leipsic, which I have not vanity enough to write; at the conclusion whereof, when I replied very humbly that I was not sensible that any service I had done, or could do, could possibly merit so much goodness, he told me he had ordered me a small testimony of his esteem, and withal gave me his hand to kiss.  I was now conquered, and with a sort of surprise told his Majesty I found myself so much engaged by his goodness, as well as my own inclination, that if his Majesty would please to accept of my devoir, I was resolved to serve in his army, or wherever he pleased to command me.  “Serve me,” says the king, “why, so you do, but I must not have you be a musketeer; a poor soldier at a dollar a week will do that.”  “Pray, Sir John,” says the king, “give him what commission he desires.”  “No commission, sir,” says I, “would please me better than leave to fight near your Majesty’s person, and to serve you at my own charge till I am qualified by more experience to receive your commands.”  “Why, then, it shall be so,” said the king, “and I charge you, Hepburn,” says he, “when anything offers that is either fit for him, or he desires, that you tell me of it;” and giving me his hand again to kiss, I withdrew.

I was followed before I had passed the castle gate by one of the king’s pages, who brought me a warrant, directed to Sir John Hepburn, to go to the master of the horse for an immediate delivery of things ordered by the king himself for my account, where being come, the equerry produced me a very good coach with four horses, harness, and equipage, and two very fine saddle-horses, out of the stable of the bishop’s horses afore-mentioned; with these there was a list for three servants, and a warrant to the steward of the king’s baggage to defray me, my horses, and servants at the king’s charge till farther order.  I was very much at a loss how to manage myself in this so strange freedom of so great a prince, and consulting with Sir John Hepburn, I was proposing to him whether it was not proper to go immediately back to pay my duty to his Majesty, and acknowledge his bounty in the best terms I could; but while we were resolving to do so, the guards stood to their arms, and we saw the king go out at the gate in his coach to pass into the city, so we were diverted from it for that time.  I acknowledge the bounty of the king was very surprising, but I must say it was not so very strange to me when I afterwards saw the course of his management.  Bounty in him was his natural talent, but he never distributed his favours but where he thought himself both loved and faithfully served, and when he was so, even the single actions of his private soldiers he would take particular notice of himself, and publicly own, acknowledge, and reward them, of which I am obliged to give some instances.