Theonly sound was the rain striking the cobblestones. He looked down at thebooks spread out upon his desk, but if he read, then it was in a fashion knownonly to magicians, for his eye did not travel over the page. It is the task of the Readerto know what they say. In that cityit seems that everywhere you turn the King steps out of some dark, dustyarchway and comes towards you.
They knelt before him andhe raised them up. Laughter was a soothing thing, was it not? All friendstogether? But all that came out of his mouth was a queer braying sound. The two gentlemen continuedon their way to church where they immediately told their friends in theneighbouring pews what they had seen. Butthey all had this in common: they had no effect upon the King whatsoever.
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