The Princess said nothing, but turned red as a rose, and buried her head on her father’s shoulder. She was mine! I took her hand in mine and kissed it.
“That’s settled,” said the King. “And you, sir,” said he to the fat young man, “what gift shall I bestow upon you?”
“A little more of the custard pie, if you please,” said the fat young man.
THE FIFTH NIGHT
THE CITY OF DEAD LEAVES
SOLARIO was sitting cross-legged on his worktable, and before him, in a row, sat the Executioner, Bodkin, Bojohn, Prince Bilbo, the Princess Dorobel, and the Queen.
“This time,” said Bojohn, “we want to hear the story of Montesango’s Cave.”
Solario shook his head. “The story is too dreadful altogether,” said he. “I fear you would lie awake all night if—”