One greater than he comes and lets us free.
AMAL. When will this great doctor come for me? I can't stick in
here any more.
WATCHMAN. Shouldn't talk like that, my child.
AMAL. No. I am here where they have left me--I never move a
bit. But when your gong goes off, dong, dong, dong, it goes to
my heart. Say, Watchman?
WATCHMAN. Yes, my dear.
AMAL. Say, what's going on there in that big house on the other
side, where there is a flag flying high up and the people are
always going in and out?
WATCHMAN. Oh, there? That's our new Post Office.
AMAL. Post Office? Whose?
WATCHMAN. Whose? Why, the King's surely!
AMAL. Do letters come from the King to his office here?
WATCHMAN. Of course. One fine day there may be a letter for you
in there.
AMAL. A letter for me? But I am only a little boy.
WATCHMAN. The King sends tiny notes to little boys.
AMAL. Oh, how lovely! When shall I have my letter? How do you
guess he'll write to me?
WATCHMAN. Otherwise why should he set his Post Office here right
in front of your open window, with the golden flag flying?
AMAL. But who will fetch me my King's letter when it comes?
WATCHMAN. The King has many postmen. Don't you see them run
about with round gilt badges on their chests?
AMAL.
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