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Rh Very well, my child. He may remain if he is a friend of yours.

My child, the King loves you. He is coming himself. Beg for a gift from him. You know our humble circumstances.

Don't you worry, Uncle. I've made up my mind about it. What is it, my child? I shall ask him to make me one of his postmen that I may wander far and wide, delivering his message from door to door.