"Hark to the tramp of those guards before my door.

Why, you are their captain.

Go into the antechambers, and see the ambassadors waiting there in the hope of a word with the Ruler of the Earth! Look at my legions mustered on the drilling-grounds, and understand how great the Grecian girl has grown by virtue of the face which is less beauteous than that of--Iduna the Fair!" "I understand all this, Augusta," I answered.

"Yet it would seem that you are not happy.

Did you not tell me just now that you could not find a friend and that you had begotten a fool ?" "Happy, Olaf?
Why, I am wretched, so wretched that often I think the hell of which the priests preach is here on earth, and that I dwell in its hottest fires.