Hans Christian Andersen
ing how their emperor was going on. 'P,' answered he, shaking his head.
The emperor lay pale and cold in his gorgeous bed, the courtiers thought he was dead, and they all went off to pay their respects to their new emperor. The lackeys ran off to talk matters over, and the chambermaids gave a great coffee-party. Cloth had been laid down in all the rooms and corridors so as to deaden the sound of foot- steps, so it was very, very quiet. But the emperor was not dead yet.