‘I wish to make a new law.’
Every one fell flat on his face. The law is so much respected in that country.
‘No one called Ozyliza is allowed to own property in this kingdom,’ said the King. ‘Turn out that stranger.’
So the Princess was turned out of her father’s palace, and went out and cried in the palace gardens where she had been so happy when she was little.
And the baker’s boy, who was now the baker’s young man, came by with the standard bread and saw some one crying among the oleanders, and went to say, ‘Cheer up!’ to whoever it was. And it was the Princess. He knew her at once.
‘Oh, Princess,’ he said, ‘cheer up! Nothing is ever so bad as it seems.’
‘Oh, Baker’s Boy,’ said she, for she knew him too, ‘how can I cheer up? I am turned out of my kingdom. I haven’t got my father’s address, and I have to face my enemies [p109 without a single human being to stand by me.’
Instantly a flight of winged arrows crossed the garden.