The king smiled, and took the child on to his knee.

When the king thus smiled, he had taken his resolve.

Slowly, the king smiled and the court began to breathe again.

"I'm afraid men go to war with no better reason than that," smiled the king.

The King only smiled a little more, as if he had expected this answer; it pleased him.

But for the first time since he had been ill, the King smiled.

As they hurried away the King smiled, and looked around the cavern.

The king smiled cruelly and slapped his son on the back.

The King straightened, smiled, and clapped his old friend on the shoulder.

The king brushed back his blond hair and smiled as he spoke to the newcomers.