It was a very magnificent palace. It had terraces and gardens, battlements and towers. It extended over acres of ground, and had in it rooms enough to accommodate half the city. Its windows looked in all directions, but none of them had any particular view—except a small one, high up towards the roof, which looked on to the Beautiful Mountains. But since the Queen died there, it had been closed, boarded up, indeed, the magpie said. It was so little and inconvenient, that nobody cared to live in it. Besides, the lower apartments, which had no view, were magnificent—worthy of being inhabited by his Majesty the King.
"I should like to see the King," said Prince Dolor.
But what followed was so important that I must take another chapter to tell it in.
"It had terraces and gardens, battlements and towers ... and had in it rooms
enough to accommodate half a city."
"Its windows looked in all directions ... except a small one, high up towards
the roof, which looked on to the Beautiful Mountains."