For the last week he had been waiting in the forest. Now that he was there, he was not quite sure how to carry out his mission. So far there had been no sign of Udo, either on four legs or on two; it seemed probable that unless Coronel went to the Palace and asked for him, there would be no sign. And if he went to the Palace, and Udo was all right, and the Princess Hyacinth was in love with him, then the worst would have happened. He would have to stay there and help admire Udo--an unsatisfying prospect to a man in love. For he told himself by this time that he was in love with Hyacinth, although he had never seen her. So he had waited in the forest, hoping for something to turn up; and first Wiggs had come . . . and now at last Hyacinth. He was very glad that he had waited. She was there on the morrow. "I knew you'd come," said Coronel. "It looks just as beautiful, doesn't it?" "I think it's even more beautiful," said Hyacinth. "You mean those little white clouds? That was my idea putting those in. I thought you'd like them." "I wondered what you did all day. Does it keep you very busy?" "Oh," said Coronel, "I have time for singing." "Why do you sing?" "Because I am young and the forest is beautiful." "I have been singing this morning, too." "Why?" asked Coronel eagerly. "Because the war with Barodia is over." "Oh!" said Coronel, rather taken aback. "That doesn't interest you. Yet if you were a Euralian----" "But it interests me extremely. Let us admire the scene for a moment, while I think. Look, there is another of my little clouds." Coronel wondered what would happen now. If the King were coming back, then Udo would be wanted no longer save as a suitor for Hyacinth's hand. If, then, he returned, it would show that---- But suppose he was still an animal? It was doubtful if he would go back to Araby as an animal. And then there was another possibility: perhaps he had never come to Euralia at all. Here were a lot of questions to be answered, and here next to him was one who could answer them. But he must go carefully. "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, a hundred," he said aloud. "There, I've finished my thinking and you've finished your looking." "And what have you decided?" smiled Hyacinth. "Decided?" said Coronel, rather startled. "Oh, no, I wasn't deciding anything, I was just thinking. I was thinking about animals." "So was I." "How very curious, and also how wrong of you. You were supposed to be admiring my clouds. What sort of animals were you thinking about?" "Oh--all sorts." "I was thinking about rabbits. Do you care for rabbits at all?" "Not very much." "Neither do I. They're so loppity. Do you like lions?" "I think their tails are rather silly," said Hyacinth. "Yes, perhaps they are. Now--a woolly lamb." "I am not very fond of woolly lambs just now."