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Updated: May 5, 2025
Thereupon she persuaded the deaf-mute to take her away with him, and they galloped like the wind from city to city, spreading everywhere the news that Prince Dolor's death and burial had been an invention concocted by his wicked uncle that he was alive and well, and the noblest young prince that ever was born. It was a bold stroke, but it succeeded.
Besides, the lower apartments, which had no view, were magnificent worthy of being inhabited by the king. "I should like to see the king," said Prince Dolor. What, I wonder, would be people's idea of a king? What was Prince Dolor's? Perhaps a very splendid personage, with a crown on his head and a scepter in his hand, sitting on a throne and judging the people.
And how good can come out of absolute evil the horrible evil that went on this night under Prince Dolor's very eyes soldiers shooting down people by hundreds in the streets, scaffolds erected, and heads dropping off houses burned, and women and children murdered this is more than I can understand.
He was equally kind, though somewhat less tender, to his other nurse, who, after receiving her pardon, returned to her native town and grew into a great lady, and I hope a good one. But as she was so grand a personage now, any little faults she had did not show. Thus King Dolor's reign passed year after year, long and prosperous.
With another cheerful tap of her beak, Mistress Mag shut down the little door in the tiles, and Prince Dolor's first and last sight of his uncle was ended. He sat in the center of his traveling-cloak, silent and thoughtful. "What shall we do now?" said the magpie. "There's nothing much more to be done with his majesty, except a fine funeral, which I shall certainly go and see. All the world will.
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.
Prince Dolor's head actually bumped against the glass, or would have done so had he not crouched down, crying "Oh, please don't hurt me!" in a most melancholy voice. Then he suddenly remembered his godmother's express command "Open the skylight!"
He has come and gone, taking nurse away with him. Poor nurse! how glad she would be to go!" That was Prince Dolor's first thought. His second wasn't it natural? was a passionate indignation at her cruelty at the cruelty of all the world toward him, a poor little helpless boy.
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