“Fair youth,” said the voice, “the road is nigh thee; it is close to where thou sleepest. I will conduct thee there.”
“On one condition only will I be thy companion.”
“Name your condition, and if it be in my power, it shall be granted.”
“That you solemnly promise to guide me back again to my own native sphere, in the event of my failing to find the way.”
“Yes; I promise. Further, you shall have perfect liberty to stay, or to return to this upper world, at any time you desire. I will, too, be your companion.”
“But who art thou? What, too, is thy name?”
“I am a prince of my kingdom; and my name is Tippin.”
“What is your highness’ position at the royal court?”
“I am chancellor of my royal master, King Penaf, the wisest and best of monarchs.”
“Pray prince, is your king a giant like you?”