The princes stopped at the sound of their father’s voice.
‘Two boys who want to force their way in,’ replied one of the servants, approaching the emperor.
‘To FORCE their way in? Who dares to use force in my palace? What boys are they?’ said the emperor all in one breath.
‘We know not, O mighty emperor,’ answered the servant, ‘but they must surely be akin to you, for they have the strength of lions, and have scattered the guards at the gate. And they are as proud as they are strong, for they will not take their caps from their heads.’
The emperor, as he listened, grew red with anger.
‘Thrust them out,’ cried he. ‘Set the dogs after them.’
‘Leave us alone, and we will go quietly,’ said the princes, and stepped backwards, weeping silently at the harsh words. They had almost reached the gates when a servant ran up to them.
‘The emperor commands you to return,’ panted he: ‘the empress wishes to see you.’
The princes thought a moment: then they went back the way they had come, and walked straight up to the emperor, their caps still on their heads.
He sat at the top of a long table covered with flowers and filled with guests. And beside him sat the empress, supported by twelve cushions. When the princes entered one of the cushions fell down, and there remained only eleven.