When they came back up next to where King sat, each had one of his feet in her hands.

She went to the place where the King had sat.

But a king could not simply sit back and wait for people to come to him.

No one in the room could sit down unless the king sat first.

The king came back and sat once more beside the bed holding her good hand in both of his.

So he went on for an hour, while the poor little king sat and suffered.

Let the King sit in his palace and do what he does best.

The King sat lost in thought, staring at the vision before him.

One night the king and queen are sitting in the garden.

The King sat alone at one end of the bright cloth.