And just as he finished saying this, there rose through the windows loud and clear the words of the chant:
“He has put down the mighty from their seat,
And has exalted them of low degree!”
Then the man who was with Robert cried joyously. “I am not the king! I am an angel! You are the king!”
When King Robert raised his eyes—lo! he was alone, but all dressed in his magnificent apparel as of old; and when his courtiers came, they found him kneeling upon the floor in silent prayer.
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“Robert was fortunate,” said the Story King, “in learning his lesson before it was too late.”
“Yes, indeed, he was,” answered the Story Lady. “The fourth story is of a young man who repented when it was too late.”