He's just the son of lowly cottager. A poor serf himself, he spends his days working the land of a strict but fair merchant. At night he looks towards the stars, hoping, dreaming, picturing himself as a strong, handsome king; his subjects smiling and cheering as he rules with confident power over his kingdom. But, when the sun rises, he picks up his axe, greets the animals on his way to the field, and quietly resigns himself back to where he belongs; chopping wood and baling hay. After all, L