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“‘Child, child,’ her grandmother said to
comfort her, ‘there are people who believe he will return.
The world will then be in his power, and he will
rule it. It will be a beautiful kingdom and last for
a thousand years. And the evil beasts shall become
good, and the children shall play in the adder’s
nest, and the bear and the ox shall feed together.
Nothing will harm or destroy, the spears shall be
turned into scythes, and swords shall be forged into
ploughshares. And all shall be joy and gladness,
for the good shall inherit the earth.’
“Then the child’s face brightened beneath her
tears.
“‘Will the good king have a throne, grand-
mother?’
“‘A throne of gold.’
“‘And servants and courtiers and a golden
crown?’
“‘Yes.’
“‘Will he come soon, grandmother?’
“‘No one knows when he will come.’
“‘May I then sit on a cushion at his feet?’
“‘Yes, certainly you may.’
“‘’Grandmother, I am so happy,’ she cried.
“Evening after evening, for many winters, those
two sat by the fire and talked about the good king
and his kingdom. The child dreamed of it both day
and night, and she never wearied of aggrandizing
it in fancy with all the beautiful she could imagine.
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