away, the incorrigible idiots. They watched the incan-
tations absorbingly, and looked at me with a "There,
now, what can you say to that?" air, when the
announcement came:

"The king is weary with the chase, and lieth in his
palace these two hours sleeping a dreamless sleep."

"God's benison upon him!" said the abbot, and
crossed himself; "may that sleep be to the refresh-
ment of his body and his soul."

"And so it might be, if he were sleeping," I said,
"but the king is not sleeping, the king rides."