Dinah Craik,
The Little Lame Prince and His Travelling-Cloak…
“ How his parents had died—his uncle had usurped his throne, and sent him to end his days in this lonely tower. "I, too," added she, bursting into tears. "Unless, indeed, you could get out into the world, and fight for your rights like a man. And fight for me also, my Prince, that I may not die in this desolate place." "Poor old nurse!" said the boy compassionately. For somehow, boy as he was, when he heard he was born to be a king, he felt like a man—like a king—who could afford to be tender because he was strong. ”
