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Did his reign last long long and happy? and what were the principal events of it, as chronicled in the history of Nomansland? Why, if I were to answer all these questions I should have to write another book. And I'm tired, children, tired as grown-up people sometimes are, though not always with play.
Not that he was an ugly boy though his face was almost as red as his hands, and his shaggy hair matted like the backs of his own sheep. He was rather a nice-looking lad; and seemed so bright and healthy and good-tempered "jolly" would be the word, only I am not sure if they have such a one in the elegant language of Nomansland that the little Prince watched him with great admiration.
Whether he really meant to do this, or whether it occurred to him afterward that there would be an easier way of attaining his great desire, the crown of Nomansland, is a point which I cannot decide.
"Couldn't I have just one drop of water, if it didn't trouble you too much, kindest of godmothers?" For he really thought this want was beyond her power to supply. All the water which supplied Hopeless Tower was pumped up with difficulty from a deep artesian well there were such things known in Nomansland which had been made at the foot of it.
He was more than that now, though. He was a king. In Nomansland, as in other countries, the people were struck with grief one day and revived the next.
His nose there was not much of it certainly, but what there was seemed an aquiline shape; his complexion was a charming, healthy purple; he was round and fat, straight-limbed and long in fact, a splendid baby, and everybody was exceedingly proud of him, especially his father and mother, the King and Queen of Nomansland, who had waited for him during their happy reign of ten years now made happier than ever, to themselves and their subjects, by the appearance of a son and heir.
There came into his head, somehow or other, a proverb that his nurse had taught him the people of Nomansland were very fond of proverbs: "For every evil under the sun There is a remedy, or there's none; If there is one, try to find it If there isn't, never mind it." "I wonder is there a remedy now, and could I find it?" cried the Prince, jumping up and looking out of the window. No help there.
The fourth day it happened that the deaf-mute paid his accustomed visit, after which Prince Dolor's spirits rose. They always did when he got the new books which, just to relieve his conscience, the King of Nomansland regularly sent to his nephew; with many new toys also, though the latter were disregarded now.
"Be called by a new name which nobody has ever thought of. Be Prince Dolor, in memory of your mother Dolorez." "In memory of!" Everybody started at the ominous phrase, and also at a most terrible breach of etiquette which the old woman had committed. In Nomansland, neither the king nor the queen was supposed to have any Christian name at all.
He caught his nurse could not tell how a complaint common to the people of Nomansland, called the doldrums, as unpleasant as measles or any other of our complaints; and it made him restless, cross, and disagreeable.
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