The king sleeps still, under a mountain , and around him is assembled
his warriors and his herds and his riches. By his right hand is his cup,
filled with possibility. On his breast nestles his sword, waiting, too, to wake.
Fortunate is the soul who finds the king and is brave enough to call him to wakefulness, for the king will grant him a favour, as wondrous as can be imagined by a mortal man.

Author: Maggie Stiefvater

<i>The king sleeps still, under a mountain , and around him is assembled<br />his warriors and his herds and his riches. By his right hand is his cup,<br />filled with possibility. On his breast nestles his sword, waiting, too, to wake.<br />Fortunate is the soul who finds the king and is brave enough to call him to wakefulness, for the king will grant him a favour, as wondrous as can be imagined by a mortal man.</i> - Maggie Stiefvater



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