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If I seem not to，it is only that my joy is too great to let my belief settle itself. It is almost too beautiful to believe.”
“Yes，”said the King with a great sigh，almost a shiver，of delight.“It is beyond all that I ever hoped for in all my life.”
“Listen!”said Jewel，putting his head on one side and cocking his ears forward．
“What is it ？”asked the King．
“Hoofs，Sire，”said Jewel.“A galloping horse. A very heavy horse. It must be one of the Centaurs. And look，there he is.”
A great，golden bearded Centaur，with man’s sweat on his forehead and horse’s sweat on his chestnut flanks，dashed up to the King，stopped，and bowed low.“Hail，King，”it cried in a voice as deep as a bull’s．
“Ho，there!”said the King，looking over his shoulder towards the door of the hunting lodge.“A bowl of wine for the noble Centaur. Welcome，Roonwit. When you have found your breath you shall tell us your errand.”
A page came out of the house carrying a great wooden bowl， curiou
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