The king sleeps still, under a mountain, and around him is assembled his warriors and his herds and his riches. Fortunate is the soul who finds the king and is brave enough to call him to wakefulness, for the king will grant him a favour, as wondrous as can be imagined by a mortal man

“Yes, you will,” said Gabriel. “We are both going to lie to Charlotte. And I will tell you why.”

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