The king turned to look at the others in the room.

The king turned as the old woman spoke to him.

When she returned with them, King had turned to leave but then something made him stop.

The king, followed by the three friends, turned his steps that way.

The king turned his head away, as if these words had not been intended for him.

The king turned quickly around, with tears in his eyes and heart.

And both times the king turned the case over to the high priest to be tried.

The King turned red as though with shame, but made no answer, only he asked of those about him.

The king nodded slowly and turned his eyes to me.

The King turned away, his face white in the glaring light of the star.