They knew as they came up to him that promotion awaited them all
because of this night's work. Silent, majestic, the king awaited them.
The doctors downstairs were sitting over their supper, the warders
softly slipped from room to room, and when in that cosy dormitory of
Hanwell they saw the king still standing erect and royal, his face
resolute, they came up to him and addressed him:
"Go to bed," they said--"pretty bed." So he lay down and soon was fast
asleep: the great day was over.
CHU-BU AND SHEEMISH
It was the custom on Tuesdays in the temple of Chu-bu for the priests
to enter at evening and chant, "There is none but Chu-bu."
And all the people rejoiced and cried out, "There is none but Chu-bu."
And honey was offered to Chu-bu, and maize and fat. Thus was he
magnified.
Chu-bu was an idol of some antiquity, as may be seen from the colour
of the wood. He had been carved out of mahogany, and after he was
carved he had been polished. Then they had set him up on the diorite
pedestal with the brazier in front of it for burning spices and the
flat gold plates for fat. Thus they worshipped Chu-bu.
He must have been there for over a hundred years when one day the
priests came in with another idol into the temple of Chu-bu and set it
up on a pedestal near Chu-bu's and sang, "There is also Sheemish.
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