“Yes, it was a dream, which will not be renewed, unless your majesty thinks too much about it.”
“A dream? No, Chicot, I was awake, my eyes were open.”
“I sleep like that.”
“Yes, but then you do not see, and I saw the moon shining through my windows, and its light on the amethyst in the hilt of my sword, which lay in that chair where you are.”
“And the lamp?”
“Had gone out.”
“A dream, my son.”
“Why do you not believe, Chicot? It is said that God speaks to kings, when He wishes to effect some change on the earth.”
“Yes, he speaks, but so low that they never hear Him.”
“Well, do you know why I made you stay?—that you might hear as well as I.”