\"WhereistheKing？\"askedthepuzzledboy。
\"There，\"saidMag，pointingwithonewrinkledclawtoamagnificentbed，largeenoughtocontainsixpeople。Inthecenterofit，justvisibleunderthesilkencounterpane，——quitestraightandstill，——withitsheadonthelacepillow，layasmallfigure，somethinglikewax-
work，fastasleep——veryfastasleep！Therewasanumberofsparklingringsonthetinyyellowhands，thatwerecurledalittle，helplessly，likeababy’s，outsidethecoverlet;theeyeswereshut，thenoselookedsharpandthin，andthelonggraybeardhidthemouthandlayoverthebreast。Asightnotuglynorfrightening，onlysolemnandquiet。Andsoverysilent——twolittlefliesbuzzingaboutthecurtainsofthebedbeingtheonlyaudiblesound。
\"IsthattheKing？\"whisperedPrinceDolor。
\"Yes，\"repliedthebird。