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"
Why
did
you
do
that
?
"
inquired
the
King
,
puffing
his
pipe
lazily
.
"
To
create
some
excitement
,
"
the
Captain
answered
.
"
It
is
so
quiet
here
that
we
are
all
getting
rusty
for
want
of
amusement
.
For
my
part
,
I
prefer
to
see
stirring
times
.
"
"
Naturally
,
"
returned
the
cleaver
,
with
a
nod
.
"
I
have
always
said
,
Captain
,
without
a
bit
of
irony
,
that
you
are
a
sterling
officer
and
a
solid
citizen
,
bowled
and
polished
to
a
degree
.
But
what
do
you
expect
me
to
do
with
these
prisoners
?
"
"
That
is
for
you
to
decide
,
"
declared
the
Captain
.
"
You
are
the
King
.
"
"
To
be
sure
;
to
be
sure
,
"
muttered
the
cleaver
,
musingly
.
"
As
you
say
,
we
have
had
dull
times
since
the
steel
and
grindstone
eloped
and
left
us
.
Command
my
Counselors
and
the
Royal
Courtiers
to
attend
me
,
as
well
as
the
High
Priest
and
the
Judge
.
We
’
ll
then
decide
what
can
be
done
.
"
The
Captain
saluted
and
retired
and
Dorothy
sat
down
on
an
overturned
kettle
and
asked
:
"
Have
you
anything
to
eat
in
your
kingdom
?
"
"
Here
!
Get
up
!
Get
off
from
me
!
"
cried
a
faint
voice
,
at
which
his
Majesty
the
cleaver
said
:
"
Excuse
me
,
but
you
’
re
sitting
on
my
friend
the
Ten
-
quart
Kettle
.
"
Dorothy
at
once
arose
,
and
the
kettle
turned
right
side
up
and
looked
at
her
reproachfully
.
