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Is that not like the banner of a chariot?

Indeed, a banner it is.

Then he is coming. He has come at last!

Who is coming?

Our King—who else? How could he live without me? It is a wonder how he could hold out even for these days.

No, no, this cannot be the King.

"No," indeed! As if you know everything! Your King is hard, stony,