"But her robberies, her plots, her conspiracy against me!"
Udo looked blankly at her for a moment and then pulled himself together.
"I am speaking to her about that this afternoon," he said.
CHAPTER XVII
THE KING OF BARODIA DROPS THE WHISKER HABIT
King Merriwig sat in his tent, his head held well back, his eyes gazing upwards. His rubicund cheeks were for the moment a snowy white. A hind of the name of Carlo had him firmly by the nose. Yet King Merriwig neither struggled nor protested; he was, in fact, being shaved.
The Court Barber was in his usual conversational mood. He released his Majesty's nose for a moment, and, as he turned to sharpen his razor, remarked,
"Terrible war, this."