“I will. I intend to be a very good King.”
“God grant it, Majesty.”
“Like Abraham Lincoln?”
“Like Abraham Lincoln,” said the Chancellor gravely.
The King, for all his boasted wakefulness, yawned again, and squirmed closer to the old man’s breast.
“And like my grandfather,” he added.
“God grant that, also.”
This time it was the Chancellor who yawned, a yawn that was half a sigh. He was very weary, and very sad.
Suddenly, after a silence, the King spoke: “May a King do anything he wants?”
“Not at all,” said the Chancellor hastily.