Le Roi est mort — vive le Roi

           Towarddaylightofthesamemorning,TomCantystirredoutofaheavysleepandopenedhiseyesinthedark.Helaysilentafewmoments,tryingtoanalysehisconfusedthoughtsandimpressions,andgetsomesortofmeaningoutofthem;thensuddenlyheburstoutinarapturousbutguardedvoice

           "Iseeitall,Iseeitall!NowGodbethanked,Iamindeedawakeatlast!Come,joy!vanish,sorrow!Ho,Nan!Bet!kickoffyourstrawandhieyehithertomyside,tillIdopourintoyourunbelievingearsthewildestmadcapdreamthateverthespiritsofnightdidconjureuptoastonishthesoulofmanwithal!...Ho,Nan,Isay!Bet!"

           Adimformappearedathisside,andavoicesaid

           "Wiltdeigntodeliverthycommands?"

           

           "Commands?...O,woeisme,Iknowthyvoice!SpeakthouwhoamI?"

           "Thou?Insooth,yesternightwertthouthePrinceofWales;to-dayartthoumymostgraciousliege,Edward,KingofEngland."

           Tomburiedhisheadamonghispillows,murmuringplaintively

           "Alack,itwasnodream!Gotothyrest,sweetsirleavemetomysorrows."

           Tomsleptagain,andafteratimehehadthispleasantdream.Hethoughtitwassummer,andhewasplaying,allalone,inthefairmeadowcalledGoodman’sFields,whenadwarfonlyafoothigh,withlongredwhiskersandahumpedback,appearedtohimsuddenlyandsaid,"Digbythatstump."Hedidso,andfoundtwelvebrightnewpennieswonderfulriches!Yetthiswasnotthebestofit;forthedwarfsaid

           "Iknowthee.

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