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Seizing the hand of Taffy, the sorcerer hurried him out of the cave, moved the stone back in its place and motioning to Taffy to do the same, he quickly shoveled and kicked the loose dirt in the hole and stamped it down: When Taffy turned to look for him, he was gone, without even taking the trouble to call his dupe a fool. SEIZING THE HAND OF TAFFY THE SORCERER HURRIED HIM OUT OF THE CAVE MOVED THE STONE BACK IN HIS PLACE AND MOTIONING TO TAFFY TO DO THE SAME HE QUICKLY SHOVELED AND KICKED THE LOOSE DIRT IN THE HOLE AND STAMPED IT DOWN WHEN TAFFY TURNED TO LOOK FOR HIM HE WAS GONE WITHOUT EVEN TAKING THE TROUBLE TO CALL HIS DUPE A FOOL
ghly frightened and trembling, answered: "No, the day has not come. Sleep on." Taffy, though dazzled by the increasing brilliancy of the light, had heard another deep voice, more commanding in its tones than even a king's, call out, "Arthur, awake, the bell has rung. The day is breaking. Awake, great King Arthur!" But even against such a voice, that of the sorcerer, now scared beyond measure, lest the king and his host should discover the cheat, and with his sword, Excalibur, chop the heads off both Taffy and himself, answered: "No, it is still night. Sleep on, Arthur the Great." Erect over all, his head aloft and crowned with jewels, as with stars, the King himself now spoke: "No, my warriors, the day has not yet come, when the Black Eagle and the Golden Eagle will meet in war. Sleep on, loyal souls. The morning of Wales has not yet dawned." Then, like the gentle soughing of the evening breeze among forest trees, all sound died away, and in the snap of a finger, all were asleep again. RANG THAT BELL HAS THE DAY COME THE SORCERER THOROUGHLY FRIGHTENED AND TREMBLING ANSWERED NO THE DAY HAS NOT COME SLEEP ON TAFFY THOUGH DAZZLED BY THE INCREASING BRILLIANCY OF THE LIGHT HAD HEARD ANOTHER DEEP VOICE MORE COMMANDING IN ITS TONES THAN EVEN A KING'S CALL OUT ARTHUR AWAKE THE BELL HAS RUNG THE DAY IS BREAKING AWAIT GREAT KING ARTHUR BUT EVEN AGAINST SUCH A VOICE THAT OF THE SORCERER NOW SCARED BEYOND MEASURE LEST THE KING AND HIS HOST SHOULD DISCOVER THE CHEAP AND WITH HIS SWORD EXCALIBUR CHOPPED THE HEADS OFF BOTH TAFFY AND HIMSELF ANSWERED NO IT IS STILL NIGHT SLEEP ON ARTHUR THE GREAT ERECT OVER ALL HIS HEAD ALOFT AND CROWNED WITH JEWELS AS WITH STARS THE KING HIMSELF NOW SPOKE NO MY WARRIORS THE DAY HAS NOT YET COME WHEN THE BLACK EAGLE AND THE GOLDEN EAGLE WILL MEET IN WAR SLEEP ON LOYAL SOULS THE MORNING OF WALES HAS NOT YET DAWNED THEN LIKE THE GENTLE SOWING OF THE EVENING BREEZE AMONG FOREST TREES ALL SOUND DIED AWAY AND IN THE SNAP OF A FINGER ALL WERE ASLEEP AGAIN
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