None of his servants had come back yet , for they thought he was dead . But the Nightingale sat and sang to him . ` You must always stay with me ! ' said the Emperor . ` You shall sing whenever you like , and I will break the artificial bird into a thousand pieces . ' ` Do n't do that ! ' said the Nightingale . ` He did his work as long as he could . Keep him as you have done ! I can not build my nest in the Palace and live here ; but let me come whenever I like . I will sit in the evening on the bough outside the window , and I will sing you something that will make you feel happy and grateful . I will sing of joy , and of sorrow ; I will sing of the evil and the good which lies hidden from you . The little singing-bird flies all around , to the poor fisherman 's hut , to the farmer 's cottage , to all those who are far away from you and your Court . I love your heart more than your crown , though that has about it a brightness as of something holy . Now I will sing to you again ; but you must promise me one thing -- ' ` Anything ! ' said the Emperor , standing up in his Imperial robes , which he had himself put on , and fastening on his sword richly embossed with gold . ` One thing I beg of you ! Do n't tell anyone that you have a little bird who tells you everything . It will be much better not to ! ' Then the Nightingale flew away .
The XXXXX came in to look at their dead Emperor .
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