“Come along, then,” said Bojohn to Bodkin. They went into the throne room, and stood behind the King’s chair.
“Grandfather,” said Bojohn, “wouldn’t you like to hear a story?”
“You made a fatal mistake in moving your knight,” said The King. “I will now move my bishop and put you in check. So!”
“Grandfather!” said Bojohn. “Wouldn’t you like to—”
“Take your time, take your time,” said the King. “If you move out of check, I’ll have you in three moves. See if I don’t!”
“Grandfather!” said Bojohn.
“Ah!” said the King. “That’s different. Hum. Ha. I didn’t think you’d do that. Plague take it, now I’ve got to think up something else.”
The Princess Dorobel placed her arm around the shoulder of Bojohn her son. She was radiant in a white evening gown, and she wore pearls in her hair.
“Never mind, my dear,” said she, “I’d like to hear a story.”
“And father too!” said Bojohn. “Come along, both of you!”