But, for all that, she had the dread constantly in her mind, until at last the moon crept silently into being above a hill, seeming like an old friend, and soon all the land below was bathed in white light. The Queen glided on; like a black cloud, she could see her shadow running along the fields below her. She watched till she grew sleepier and sleepier, and found herself nodding, to wake with a start and then fall off to sleep again; till, at last, she fell asleep for good and all, and went sailing quietly along in the white night, whilst the moon gradually mounted up straight overhead, and then sank lower and lower, and the dawn began to wash the world below her with a warmer light. But the Queen slept softly on; and, indeed, never bed was softer than the air of the summer night. The sun had been up some little while when she was awakened by just touching on the top of a lofty mountain, that reached up into the sky and stopped her progress; so that, when she was fully awakened, she found herself seated on its peak. She rubbed her eyes, and in a moment remembered all that had happened before she had dropped off to sleep. "Goodness me! I feel awfully hungry," she said to herself, and, standing up, looked around her. On the one side, the mountain towered above the uplands over which she had passed in the night, but they looked dreary and uninviting; on the other, in a fair plain, stood a town—she could see the smoke rising from the chimneys and the weather-cocks gleaming in the morning sunlight as they veered about in the breeze. So she flew gently down towards it, and the shepherds in the fields and the women at the cottage doors stared in amazement, and came rushing after her as she swept past through the air. So, by the time she arrived in the town, quite a great crowd had followed her. At last she alighted just before the town gates, and, as there was no guard to stop her, entered boldly enough, and walked on for a little way until she came to a shop that seemed to be a cake-shop, for one half of its window was full of cakes, and the other of boots and shoes. And, indeed, the owner, an old man with spectacles on, was seated on his doorstep busily working away at his cobbler’s bench. The Queen said, "I want some cakes, please." And the cobbler, looking up from his work, said, "Then you’ve come to the right shop." The crowd stood round in a ring and whispered. "Will you give me them, please?" the Queen continued. And the old cobbler answered, "I’ll sell them to you." "But I haven’t got any money," the Queen said. "Then you’ve come to the _wrong_ shop," the cobbler said determinedly, and looked down again at his work. "But I’m the Queen," she said, remembering her former experience. The cobbler said, "Nonsense!" and took a little brass nail from his mouth. "But I _am_ the Queen," the Queen said angrily. The cobbler knocked the nail into the shoe. "King Mark’s a widower," was all he said.