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I. The Ghost on the Battlements
Long ago, the kings of Denmark lived in a great stone castle called Elsinore. It stood by the sea, and a cold wind blew round its high walls all year. On the flat tops of those walls, the battlements, soldiers kept watch day and night.
One winter night, just after twelve o’clock, a soldier called Bernardo came up to the battlements to start his watch. Soon two more men joined him. One was Marcellus, an officer of the guard. The other was Horatio, a young scholar. He was a close friend of Prince Hamlet, the son of the dead king.
“Has the thing appeared again tonight?” asked Marcellus quietly.
“I have seen nothing,” said Bernardo.
“Horatio says that it’s only our imagination,” said Marcellus. “So I asked him to watch with us tonight. If