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solemn. "Father" the beggar looked up in suprise". "I must stay here a bit longer to master the art of sworemanship. Only then will I go to the castle and become the king." The beggar warned him to not do it but it was to late. The prince was filled with anger and a rage to kill. The beggar knew that he had been infested with anger and the beggar could do nothing about it. The rest of the night was awkward. There was not any interaction between the two except small talk the beggar tried to start. The clanging of metal being molded into a sharp sword. At about midnight Alexander decided to stop and go wash up. He heads in for the night. He sees the beggars shivering on the wooden floor. Alexander took the beggar in his arms and laid him on the mattress. He slept on the floor with the blanket. While he was sleeping he dreamt of gray clouds. A fairy emerged