But I could see you only very dimly; you were somewhere, but I could not make out where; just sometimes your face came.

Then I tried to tell you that you were king--yes, and Colonel Sapt and Fritz tried to tell you; the people, too, called out that you were king.

What did it mean?
But your face, when I saw it, was unmoved, and very pale, and you seemed not to hear what we said, not even what I said.

It almost seemed as if you were dead, and yet king.

Ah, you mustn't die, even to be king," and she laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Sweetheart," said he gently, "in dreams desires and fears blend in strange visions, so I seemed to you to be both a king and a dead man; but I'm not a king, and I am a very healthy fellow.