"Go quickly and have the same shoemaker turn your king out another pair on time."
"My king, there is no relief in that; for he went with the dwarf, and neither can be found."
"By the clearness of my conscience, is there not one other in all my vast domain that can so fit my feet that my wrath shall not be called upon to fit him?"
"There was one this morning, my King."
"Is he not now?"
"He is, my King."
"What is he doing?"
"He is shoeing his soul."
"Shoeing his soul? What mean you?"
"A shoe is used to cover something that very much needs to be covered. Is it not, my King?"