"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."