Lord Mayor of London thou shalt be
—The wielder of authority.
And when thou rulest London town
The King shall beg of thee his crown.”
Shaa awoke with a start, sat up, and rubbed his eyes, telling himself that he had been dreaming—a wondrous pleasant dream,—but to his charmed ears there still came the sweet strains of the music, and the words of the fairy song:—
“If thou would’st win great renown,
Make thy way to London town.
London town, London town.”
The lad listened awhile, then sprang to his feet with a joyful cry, and a determined look in his eyes.
“To London town,” quoth he. “To London town! Thither I will go, and nought shall stop me now.”