When she had subsided, Rosamond continued:
“He told me the real identity of my supposed vagabond....”
“The real identity?” the prince questioned.
“I should say he suggested it to me, guardedly, by telling me that he was here from—from Woodseweedsetisky.”
Her eyes besought him to confirm her trembling accents.
“Perfectly pronounced,” he murmured. “Except the w’s, of course, as I said before. And the o’s and double e’s being quite different.”
She smiled happily.
“I’m so glad I say it right, now. He said he had come to induce a certain great person to go home to his duties—meaning Prince Adam and his throne.”
The prince repeated, in quick surprise:
“To take a certain great person home?”