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Updated: June 4, 2025
She sat there and wept very softly; from time to time when wiping the dew from the pane, she looked stealthily over towards Mogens. He sat bowed forward, his traveling-cloak was open, his hat lay and rocked on the front seat; his hands he held in front of his face. All the things he had to think of! It had almost robbed him of his courage.
It was the first time the boy had ever heard any one talk like this, and he looked up in surprise but not in pain, for her sweet manner softened the hardness of her words. "Now, my Prince, for you are a prince, and must behave as such, let us see what we can do; how much I can do for you, or show you how to do for yourself. Where is your traveling-cloak?" Prince Dolor blushed extremely.
Sometimes nurse hoists me on to the roof, and carries me round by the parapet; but that is all. I can't walk, you know, as she does." "The more reason why you should ride; and besides, this traveling-cloak " "Hush! she's coming." There sounded outside the room door a heavy step and a grumpy voice, and a rattle of plates and dishes.
In obedience I rose and dressed, and when I went forth he told me to get my traveling-cloak and dressing-bag, adding that he was compelled to go north, as to continue the cruise would occupy too much time. He was due back at his official duties, he said. As soon as I had finished packing, the three men returned to the vessel, all of them looking dark-faced and disappointed.
Promise me that you will never go away." "I must; but I will leave a present behind me, something as good as myself to amuse you, something that will take you wherever you want to go, and show you all that you wish to see." "What is it?" "A traveling-cloak." The Prince's countenance fell. "I don't want a cloak, for I never go out.
As the traveling-cloak traveled on, he little heeded where, and the lark still stayed, nestled down in his bosom, hopped from his hand to his shoulder, and kissed him with its dainty beak, as if it loved him, Prince Dolor forgot all his grief, and was entirely happy. But when he got in sight of Hopeless Tower a painful thought struck him. "My pretty bird, what am I to do with you?
"Yes, Pepi," Lorand assured him, "we shall be gay as we were once ten years ago. Much hidden joy awaits us: we shall break in suddenly upon it. Well, you are coming with us." "Without fail: only be so good as to send some one next door for my traveling-cloak. I shall go with you to your 'regeneration' fête!"
Shutting the skylight with an angry bang, she brought in the supper and lit the candles with her usual unhappy expression of countenance. But Prince Dolor hardly saw it; he only saw, hid in the corner where nobody else would see it, his wonderful traveling-cloak.
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