. `Oh go away! Leave with the rest of the dream, won`t you?` `What dream?` `The dream that I am in Arthur`s court, a person who never existed, and that I`m talking to you, a person I must have made up.` `And is it a dream that they have decided you are to be burned at noon tomorrow?` he asked me. The boy was right, the situation was serious. Dream or no dream, to be burned alive would not be pleasant. I had to think of something. `Clarence, you must help me escape.`