I have swum a moat and done other wonders in these clothes." The host and Rabecque bustled now to minister to his wants between them, and when, jaded and worn, Garnache lay at last between good-smelling sheets with the feeling in him that he was like to sleep until the day of judgment, he issued his final orders.
"Awake me at daybreak, Rabecque," said he drowsily.

"We must be stirring then.

Have horse ready and clothes for me.

I shall need you to wash me clean and shave me and make me what I was before your tricks and dyes turned me into what I have been this week and more.

Take away the light.
At daybreak! Don't let me sleep beyond that as you value your place with me.