If there were any doubt about this being a bad idea, now is the time to wish it goodbye. Every word and image in this paragraph breathes Bartholomew's anxiety.
There's Bartholomew, burdened with the very adult role of putting the King to bed. There's Bartholomew, pacing nervously at the window like a character on Mad Men.
We see his powerlessness, too, when Seuss reminds us of the boy's low position in the power structure: "There was no sleep for Bartholomew, the page boy." He knows something terrible is about to happen, but he is who he is, and who he is can't do much.