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 That she had made of him ; and on her mouth Lay now a colder line of irony Than all his fears or nightmares could have drawn Before today: "What reason do you know For me to listen to this king of yours? What reading has a man of woman's days, Even though the man be Merlin and a prophet ?" "I know no call for you to love the king," Said Merlin, driven ruinously along By the vindictive urging of his fate; "I know no call for you to love the king, Although you serve him, knowing not yet the king You serve. There is no man, or any woman, For whom the story of the living king Is not the story of the living sin. I thought my story was the common one, For common recognition and regard." "Then let us have no more of it," she said; "For we are not so common, I believe, That we need kings and pits and flags and dragons To make us know that we have let the world Go by us. Have you missed the world so much That you must have it in with all its clots And wounds and bristles on to make us happy Like Blaise, with shouts and horns and seven men Triumphant with a most unlovely boar ? Is there no other story in the world Than this one of a man that you made king To be a moral for the speckled ages ? You said once long ago, if you remember, 'You are too strange a lady to fear specks'; And it was you, you said, who feared them not. Why do you look at me as at a snake