“Lead him to fiddlestick, Hedzoff,” said a female voice. It was Gruffanuff, who had come out in her dressing-gown when she heard the noise. “The King said you were to hang the Prince. Well, hang the Prince.”
“I don’t understand you,” says Hedzoff, who was not a very clever man.
“You Gaby! he didn’t say which Prince,” says Gruffanuff.
“No; he didn’t say which, certainly,” said Hedzoff.
“Well, then, take Bulbo, and hang him!”
When Captain Hedzoff heard this, he began to dance about for joy. “Obedience is a soldier’s honor,” says he. “Prince Bulbo’s head will do capitally,” and he went to arrest the Prince the very first thing next morning.
He knocked at the door. “Who’s there?” says Bulbo. “Captain Hedzoff? Step in, pray, my good Captain; I’m delighted to see you; I have been expecting you.”
“Have you?” says Hedzoff.