He relaxed, and, for a few moments, his faculties seemed to fall into a dreamy state.
"If I should go to sleep, Tayoga," he said, "wake me up when you need me." "You will not go to sleep." "How do you know?
I feel a lot like it." "It is because the worry you felt a little while ago has passed.

You believe that in this duel of patience we shall conquer." "I know that we'll conquer, Tayoga, because you are here." "Dagaeoga's flattery is not subtle." "It's not flattery.

It's my real belief." The night wore on.

The breeze that rustled the leaves was warm and soothing, and Robert's sleepiness increased.

But he fought against it.
He used his will and brought his body roughly to task, shaking himself violently.