I surrender. Thy
powers are irresistible. Let me not long be thy captive. In one hour, I
pray thee, strike my chains asunder, and restore me to my friends."
And the king, quietly yielding to the stern demands of Nature, was soon
in the fast embrace of slumber.
. . . . . . .
"Oh, ye gods that dwell in light, what a dream!" cried the king, hastily
leaving his couch, in agitation. "Oh, what a dream! But, alas, it has
gone from me! Oh, ye gods, why have I not retained it? But can I not
recall it to mind? Alas, it has fled! It has vanished! How perplexing! It
was not a common dream. Nay, it bore particularly upon the future of my
vast empire. And yet not one clear circumstance is retained in my memory.
What shall I do? How shall the lost dream be restored? My astrologers
profess to give the interpretation of dreams. If they can do this, why
not as well restore the dream entire?"
And the king, in an agitated state of mind, left the garden and entered
the palace.
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