And so at last, being persuaded to go home, he marched in imposing state; and when the crowds along the way saw how it gratified him to be hurrahed at, they humored him to the top of his desire, and he responded with condescending bows and gracious smiles, and often stretched out a hand and said, "Bless you, my people!" As pitiful a sight as ever I saw.

And Marget, and old Ursula crying all the way.
On my road home I came upon Satan, and reproached him with deceiving me with that lie.

He was not embarrassed, but said, quite simply and composedly: "Ah, you mistake; it was the truth.

I said he would be happy the rest of his days, and he will, for he will always think he is the Emperor, and his pride in it and his joy in it will endure to the end.

He is now, and will remain, the one utterly happy person in this empire." "But the method of it, Satan, the method! Couldn't you have done it without depriving him of his reason ?" It was difficult to irritate Satan, but that accomplished it.
"What an ass you are!" he said.