1. Before the king could order the execution, the poor bricklayer pleaded. P. It’s true I built this wall and it was no good. Q. But that was because my mind was not on it. R. Please listen to me before you give your orders. S. I remember very well a dancing girl who was going up and down that street all day with her anklets jingling, and I couldn’t keep my eyes or my mind on the wall I was building. 6. You must get that dancing girl. I know where she lives.