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Show Excerpt, saying, "Anna says I may come in with you. May I, please, Augustin?" I let her move the bedclothes and get in with me; and I put my arms round her neck. Victoria comforted me as best she could. "You'll be a real king when you grow up," she said. A thought struck me--a rapturous thought, born of the Arabian Nights. (In the archbishop lay no comfort at all.) "Yes," I cried, "and then I'll bastinado Krak!" With this comforting thought I fell asleep. A strange day, this of my coronation, odd to pass through, to the highest degree illuminating in retrospect. I did not live to bastinado Krak; nor would I now had I the power. What they did was perhaps a little cruel, a little Styrian, as Victoria and I used covertly to say of such harsh measures; but how valuable a lesson on the state and fortune of kings! The King is one, the man another. The King is crowned, the man is lashed; they give us greatness in words: in fact, we are our servants' servants. Little as I liked the thing at the t
