Through the Looking Glass

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“Yes, I did,” said Alice: “several thousand, I should think.”

“Four thousand two hundred and seven, that's the exact number,” the King said, referring to his book. “I couldn't send all the horses, you know, because two of them are wanted in the game. And I haven't sent the two Messengers, either. They're both gone to the town. Just look along the road, and tell me if you can see either of them.”

“I see nobody on the road,” said Alice.

“I only wish I had such eyes,” the King remarked in a fretful tone. “To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!”

All this was lost on Alice, who was still looking intently along the road, shading her eyes with one hand. “I see somebody now!” she exclaimed at last. “But he's coming very slowly—and what curious attitudes he goes into!” (For the messenger kept skipping up and down, and wriggling like an eel, as he came along, with his great hands spread out like fans on each side.)

“Not at all,” said the King. “He's an Anglo-Saxon Messenger— and those are Anglo-Saxon attitudes. He only does them when he's happy. His name is Haigha.” (He pronounced it so as to rhyme with “mayor.')

“I love my love with an H,” Alice couldn't help beginning, “because he is Happy. I hate him with an H, because he is Hideous. I fed him with—with—with Ham-sandwiches and Hay. His name is Haigha, and he lives—”

“He lives on the Hill,” the King remarked simply, without the least idea that he was joining in the game, while Alice was still hesitating for the name of a town beginning with H. “The other Messenger's called Hatta. I must have TWO, you know—to come and go. Once to come, and one to go.”

“I beg your pardon?” said Alice.

“It isn't respectable to beg,” said the King.

“I only meant that I didn't understand,” said Alice. “Why one to come and one to go?”

“Didn't I tell you?” the King repeated impatiently. “I must have Two—to fetch and carry. One to fetch, and one to carry.”

At this moment the Messenger arrived: he was far too much out of breath to say a word, and could only wave his hands about, and make the most fearful faces at the poor King.