My sands sink in the glass, but as I lie a-bed I hear the bustle of wains and horses in the streets, and the talk of shipfolk, and the clatter of my serving men beneath, and I know that daily, hourly, more riches flow hither to furnish my son's kingdom." The monk's eyes sparkled at this vision of wealth, and he remembered his errand. "A most noble heritage.
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