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Updated: June 11, 2025
'Of Bombardaro, where my liege, his present Majesty, would have performed prodigies of velour, but that the whole of his uncle's army came over to our side, with the exception of Prince Bulbo. 'Ah! my boy, my boy, my Bulbo was no traitor! cried Padella. 'Prince Bulbo, far from coming over to us, ran away, sir; but I caught him.
His Majesty looked at his watch, compared it by the clock in the parlor, and by that of the church in the square opposite; then he wound it up; then he looked at it again. "The great question is," says he, "am I fast or am I slow? If I'm slow, we may as well go on with breakfast. If I'm fast, why, there is just the possibility of saving Prince Bulbo.
So the Fairy kissed Rosalba with peculiar tenderness, and at once changed her wand into a very comfortable coach-and-four, with a steady coachman, and two respectable footmen behind, and the Fairy and Rosalba got into the coach, which Angelica and Bulbo entered after them. As for honest Bulbo, he was blubbering in the most pathetic manner, quite overcome by Rosalba's misfortune.
'I cannot stay with you long, sir, says Bulbo, who was in his best ball dress, as he handed his father in the prog, 'I am engaged to dance the next quadrille with Her Majesty Queen Rosalba, and I hear the fiddles playing at this very moment. So Bulbo went back to the ball-room and the wretched Padella ate his solitary supper in silence and tears. All was now joy in King Giglio's circle.
The magic properties of this ring were uncommonly strong, for no sooner had Bulbo put it on, but lo and behold, he appeared a personable, agreeable young Prince enough with a fine complexion, fair hair, rather stout, and with bandy legs; but these were encased in such a beautiful pair of yellow morocco boots that nobody remarked them.
Deign to be mine, and I swear to bring to your bridal table the head of King Padella, the eyes and nose of his son Prince Bulbo, the right hand and ears of the usurping Sovereign of Paflagonia, which country shall thenceforth be an appanage to your to OUR Crown! Say yes; Hogginarmo is not accustomed to be denied.
Bulbo was embracing everybody; the Lord Chancellor was flinging up his wig and shouting like a madman; Hedzoff had got the Archbishop round the waist, and they were dancing a jig for joy; and as for Giglio, I leave you to imagine what HE was doing, and if he kissed Rosalba once, twice twenty thousand times, I'm sure I don't think he was wrong.
The noble Giglio could not restrain his tears, nor could the Grenadiers, nor the officers, nor could Bulbo himself, when the matter was explained to him, and he was brought to understand that His Majesty's promise, of course, was ABOVE EVERY THING, and Bulbo must submit.
King Valoroso, and Bulbo, and Angelica were even more delightful than Scrooge, and Tiny Tim, and Trotty Veck. One remembers the fairy monarch more vividly, and the wondrous array of egg-cups from which he sipped brandy or was it right Nantes? still "going on sipping, I am sorry to say," even after "Valoroso was himself again."
My Royal father will approve our union; and, as for that little carroty-haired Angelica, I do not care a fig for her any more." "Go away, Your Royal Highness, and go to bed, please," said Betsinda, with the warming-pan. But Bulbo said, "No, never, till thou swearest to be mine, thou lovely, blushing chambermaid divine!
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