There was once a great [?] of England who was called William the Conqueror, and he had three sons. One day King William [?] to be thinking of something that made him [?] very sad; and the wise men who were about him [?] him what was the matter. "I am thinking," he said, "of what my sons [?] do after I am dead. For, unless they are [?] and strong, they cannot keep the [?] which I have won for them. Indeed, I am at a loss to know which one of the three [?] to be the king when I am gone."