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But what he said and did must be reserved for another chapter, as we must now back to Prince Giglio. The idea of marrying such an old creature as Gruffanuff frightened Prince Giglio so, that he ran up to his room, packed his trunks, fetched in a couple of porters, and was off to the diligence office in a twinkling.
"Lead on!" he said; and they led the way, deeply affected; and they came into the courtyard, and out into the square, and there was King Giglio come to take leave of him, and his Majesty most kindly shook hands with him, and the GLOOMY PROCESSION marched on: when hark! "Haw wurraw wurraw aworr!" A roar of wild beasts was heard.
In the meantime poor Giglio lay upstairs very sick in his chamber, though he took all the doctor's horrible medicines like a good young lad: as I hope YOU do, my dears, when you are ill and mamma sends for the medical man. When the little housemaid came to him in the morning and evening, Prince Giglio used to say, "Betsinda, Betsinda, how is the Princess Angelica?"
Were I engaged in fighting for my country, I should like such a suit of armour as Prince Giglio wore; but, you know, he was a Prince of a fairy tale, and they always have these wonderful things. Besides the fairy armour, the Prince had a fairy horse, which would gallop at any pace you pleased; and a fairy sword, which would lengthen and run through a whole regiment of enemies at once.
But we must now revert to Giglio and Betsinda. Gruffanuff, who had seen what had happened with the King, and knew that Giglio must come to grief, got up very early the next morning, and went to devise some plans for rescuing her darling husband, as the silly old thing insisted on calling him. 'Well, dear Giglio, says Gruff. 'Well, dear Gruffy, says Giglio, only HE was quite satirical.
He was rather short, rather stout, rather red-haired, but, in fine, for a Prince, not so bad. So they sat and talked, the Royal personages together, the Crim Tartar officers with those of Paflagonia Giglio very comfortable with Gruffanuff behind the throne. He looked at her with such tender eyes, that her heart was all in a flutter.
"Who told you of him, my dear?" asks his Majesty. "A little bird," says Angelica. "Poor Giglio!" says mamma, pouring out the tea. "Bother Giglio!" cries Angelica, tossing up her head, which rustled with a thousand curl-papers. "I wish," growls the King "I wish Giglio was. . ." "Was better? Yes, dear, he is better," says the Queen.
"Yes, you and your bride your affianced love your Gruffy!" says the Countess, with a languishing leer. "YOU my bride!" says Giglio. "You, you hideous old woman!" "Oh, you you wretch! didn't you give me this paper promising marriage?" cries Gruff. "Get away, you old goose! I love Betsinda, and Betsinda only!" And in a fit of terror he ran from her as quickly as he could.
And now let us speak about Prince Giglio, the nephew of the reigning monarch of Paflagonia.
She exhorted him to deal justly by his subjects, to draw mildly on the taxes, never to break his promise when he had once given it and in all respects to be a good King. 'A good King, my dear Fairy! cries Rosalba. 'Of course he will. Break his promise! can you fancy my Giglio would ever do anything so improper, so unlike him?
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