pare apples for me and to tell me tales.
The king seldom spoke more than one
word at a time, but he was kind, too, in
his way. Once he said, "Sleepy?" to
me. And, again, "Hungry?" He
didn't look out at the landscape at all,
and neither did the bishop. But I ran
from one side to the other, and the last
of the journey I was taken up between
the driver and the heavy man on the
high seat.

Presently we were in a little town
with cottages almost hidden among the
trees. A blue stream ran through
green fields, and the water dashed over
a dam. I could hear the song of the
mill and the ripping of the boards.

"We're here!" said the driver.

The heavy man lifted me down, and
my young uncle came running out with
his arms open to receive me. "What a
traveller!" he said, kissing me.

"It's been a tremendously long and
interesting journey," I said.

"Yes," he answered. "Ten miles