"You have slept?" said the man.
"I have."
"You have dreamed?"
"I have."
"Tell me your dream."
"I cannot tell you my dream, but I have been to Paradise."
"Les yeux gris vont au Paradis," quoted the man.
"Now give me more of the poppy juice," said the Princess.
"No," said the man, "I have given you as much as you may take safely in one day."
So the Princess pretended to be meek and obedient, and said it was very well and she would think no more about it, and perhaps now sleep would come to her at nights even if she did not drink the poppy juice. That had broken down the barrier of the garden of sleep, and now she would be able to enter the garden freely when she would.