'No; and you won't find that one grow any lighter,' said Ormund, with a chuckle. 'But if you don't feel any difference I do! I am ten years younger already. I am positively light-headed.'
'Well, at all events I am a King!' said Yellow-cap.
'And now,' observed Ormund, rubbing his hands and glancing at Silvia, 'since the coronation is over, what do you say to our having the wedding?'
'Yes—yes; the wedding!' echoed all the courtiers.
Silvia arranged the ribbon at her throat, looked coquettishly at King Yellow-cap, and murmured in his ear—
'What says your Majesty? There is no time like the present.'
'Wedding!' repeated King Yellow-cap, turning from one to another. 'Whose wedding?'
'Whose but your own, gracious liege!' replied the courtiers.
'My own! Nonsense! Whom should I marry?'
'Whom but Silvia, most puissant prince?' said the courtiers again.