CHAPTER 32.
The King's Army He woke like a giant refreshed with wine.
When he went into the king's chamber, the housemaid sat where he had left her, and everything in the room was as it had been the night before, save that a heavenly odour of roses filled the air of it.

He went up to the bed.

The king opened his eyes, and the soul of perfect health shone out of them.

Nor was Curdie amazed in his delight.
'Is it not time to rise, Curdie ?' said the king.
'It is, Your Majesty.

Today we must be doing,' answered Curdie.
'What must we be doing today, Curdie ?' 'Fighting, sire.' 'Then fetch me my armour--that of plated steel, in the chest there.
You will find the underclothing with it.' As he spoke, he reached out his hand for his sword, which hung in the bed before him, drew it, and examined the blade.
'A little rusty!' he said, 'but the edge is there.