In the Kingswood there lived a mother and her cub. She loved him very much. But there were other things that lived in the woods. Like stags. And wolves. He could hear them howling in the night.
The little cub was frightened. His mother said, "You are a lion, my son. You mustn't be afraid. For one day all the beasts will bow to you. You will be king. All the stags will bow. All the wolves will bow. The bears in the north and the foxes of the south, all the birds in the sky and the beasts in the sea ... they will all come to you, little lion... to rest a crown upon your head."
And the cub said, "Will I be strong and fierce like my father?"
"Yes," said his mother. "You will be strong and fierce just like your father."
I will keep you safe, my love. I promise you.
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