King:
Let it be as you will.
Chamberlain:
But, your Majesty, the ambassadors start this week; the princess will be here in three months' time.
King:
Let her come in a year and a day.
Chamberlain:
Your Majesty!
King:
Farewell, I am in haste. I go to make ready for the desert. [Exit through door still speaking.] The olden, golden mother of happy men.