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198 on foot. Will you permit me to get a chariot for you?

Oh, do not say so: I shall never be happy if I could not on my way back home tread on the dust of the road that led me away from my King. I would be deceiving myself if I were now to go in a chariot.

King, you too are walking in the dust to-day: this road has never known anybody driving his horse or chariot over it.

When I was the Queen, I stepped over silver and gold—I shall have now to atone for the evil fortune of my birth by walking over dust and