And as it drew towards morning the king stirred uneasily, and I looked up at him.

Seeing that I woke he called me softly.

The gray light of dawn came through the window, and I could see that he sat up in his bed, though I might not make out his face.
"I am here, Lord King.

Is aught amiss ?" I said, rising up with my sword in my hand.
"Strange dreams have I had, my son," he said, in his quiet voice, "and they trouble me." "Let me know them, my master," I said, "and maybe the trouble will pass; for often that which seems sorely troublous in a dream is naught when one would put it into words." "Sit on the bed and I will tell you," he answered; and when I was there close to him he went on: "It was this: I thought that I was in some place where water gleamed beneath me, while overhead passed the tread of many feet with music of pipe and tabor as at a bridal.

And I cannot tell what that place was.