Scene Two.
NIGHT. A WASTE.
(Enter the King, Princess Alma, with her father's lute on her back, and a circus rider.)
THE KING.
Have we much further to go, brother, before we come to the place where the beggars' fair is to be held?
THE CIRCUS RIDER.
We shall be there by midnight, at the latest. The real fair does not begin until then. This must be the first time you have made this pilgrimage to the gallows?
THE KING.