…The king despaired, “Ah! how badly have I rewarded such great fidelity!”.
He had the petrified body of Trusty John lifted and placed in his bedroom beside the royal bed.
As often as his gaze fell upon it he wept openly and declared, “Oh! if I could only restore you to life, my most Trusty John!”
In time the queen gave birth to twins, two small sons, who throve and grew, and were a constant joy to her.
One day when the queen was at church, and the two children sat and played with their father, he gazed again full of grief on the stone statue, and sighing, as was his wont he wailed out aloud, “Oh, if I could only restore you to life, my most Trusty John!”
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