The king is just; the king will wait.
“Ho, guards! let him be gently led,
Let him grow used to royal state,—
To being housed and fed.”
All night the king unquiet lay,
Racked by his dream’s presentiment;
Then rose in haste at break of day,
And for the shepherd sent.
“Ho, now, thou beast, thou savage man,
How sound thou sleepest, not to hear!”