They rode off the next day to their kingdom. The Chancellor had had an exciting week; for seven successive evenings he had been extremely mysterious and reserved to his wife, but now his business was finished and King Merriwig reigned over Eastern Euralia and King Coronel over the West.
Let us just take a look at Belvane's diary before we move on to the last scene.
"Thursday, September 15th," it says. "Became good."
Now for the last scene.
King Merriwig sat in Belvane's garden. They had spent the morning revising their joint book of poetry for publication. The first set of verses was entirely Merriwig's own. It went like this:
Bo, boll, bill, bole.
Wo, woll, will, wole.
A note by the authors called attention to the fact that it could be begun from either end. The rest of the poems were mainly by Belvane, Merriwig's share in them consisting of a "Capital," or an "I like that," when they were read out to him; but an epic commonly attributed to Charlotte Patacake had crept in somehow.
"A person to see your Majesty," said a flunkey, appearing suddenly.
"What sort of person?" asked Merriwig.
"A sort of person, your Majesty."