"Then write that down on a piece of paper, and there needn't be a war at all!" cried Kit.
The King stroked his beard. "Perhaps there needn't," he agreed. "But I never write."
"I do, though," said Kit, who had learned to write while all the other boys were making catapults; "you've only got to sign your name here."
King Topsyturvy stopped eating his breakfast, just long enough to sign the beautiful apology Kit had written on a sheet of note-paper; and then Kit jumped on his horse again and rode back to the palace of King Hurlyburly.
"Well," said his Majesty, "did you discover the reason?"
"There wasn't a reason, and there isn't going to be a war," answered Kit; and he held out the beautifully written apology from King Topsyturvy.
"What!" cried his Majesty, in alarm. "Do you mean to say you've stopped the war?"
"Of course I have," said Kit. "And I have come back victorious, as you see. Didn't you say something about a Princess?"
"But," stammered the King, "how am I to appease the army? The army has set its heart on a war."