"I was afraid so," he said. "That's the cruel part about it. Had I been a lion there would have been a certain pathetic splendour about my position. Isolated--cut off--suffering in regal silence." He waved an explanatory paw. "Even in the most hideous of beasts there might be a dignity." He meditated for a moment. "Have you ever seen a yak, Coronel?" he asked. "Never." "I saw one once in Barodia. It is not a beautiful animal, Coronel; but as a yak I should not have been entirely unlovable. One does not laugh at a yak, Coronel, and where one does not laugh one may come to love. . . . What does my head look like?" "It looks--striking." "I haven't seen it, you see." "To one who didn't know your Royal Highness it would convey the impression of a rabbit." Udo laid his head between his paws and wept. "A r--rabbit!" he sobbed. So undignified, so lacking in true pathos, so---- And not even a whole rabbit," he added bitterly. "How did it happen?" "I don't know, Coronel. I just went to sleep, and woke up feeling rather funny, and----" He sat up suddenly and stared at Coronel. "It was that old woman did it. You mark my words, Coronel; she did it." "Why should she?" "I don't know. I was very polite to her. Don't you remember my saying to you, 'Be polite to her, because she's probably a fairy!' You see, I saw through her disguise at once. Coronel, what shall we do? Let's hold a council of war and think it over." So they held a council of war. Prince Udo put forward two suggestions. The first was that Coronel should go back on the morrow and kill the old woman. The second was that Coronel should go back that afternoon and kill the old woman. Coronel pointed out that as she had turned Prince Udo into--into a--a--("Quite so," said Udo)--it was likely that she alone could turn him back again, and that in that case he had better only threaten her. "I want _somebody_ killed," said Udo, rather naturally. "Suppose," said Coronel, "you stay here for two days while I go back and see the old witch, and make her tell me what she knows. She knows something, I'm certain. Then we shall see better what to do." Udo mused for a space. "Why didn't they turn _you_ into anything?" he asked. "Really, I don't know. Perhaps because I'm too unimportant." "Yes, that must be it." He began to feel a little brighter. "Obviously, that's it." He caressed a whisker with one of his paws. "They were afraid of me." He began to look so much happier that Coronel thought it was a favourable moment in which to withdraw. "Shall I go now, your Royal Highness?" "Yes, yes, you may leave me." "And shall I find you here when I come back?" "You may or you may not, Coronel; you may or you may not. . . . Afraid of me," he murmured to himself. "Obviously." "And if I don't?" "Then return to the Palace." "Good-bye, your Royal Highness." Udo waved a paw at him. "Good-bye, good-bye."