The Prince tried to throw himself at her feet to thank her, but woke to
find it was all a dream; nevertheless he took fresh courage, and went
next day to see the Princess, to whom he gave many mysterious assurances
that all would yet be well. He even went so far as to ask her if she
would not be very grateful to anyone who would rid her of the insolent
Brandatimor. To which she replied that her gratitude would know no
bounds. Then he wanted to know what would be her best wish for the
person who was lucky enough to accomplish it. To which she said that she
would wish them to be as insensible to the folly called ‘love’ as she
was herself!
This was indeed a crushing speech to make to such a devoted lover as
Prince Mannikin, but he concealed the pain it caused him with great
courage.
And now the Ambassador sent to say that on the very next day he would
come in state to receive his answer, and from the earliest dawn the
inhabitants were astir, to secure the best places for the grand sight;
but the good Fairy Genesta was providing them an amount of amusement
they were far from expecting, for she so enchanted the eyes of all the
spectators that when the Ambassador’s gorgeous procession appeared, the
splendid uniforms seemed to them miserable rags that a beggar would have
been ashamed to wear, the prancing horses appeared as wretched skeletons
hardly able to drag one leg after the other, while their trappings,
which really sparkled with gold and jewels, looked like old sheepskins
that would not have been good enough for a plough horse. The pages
resembled the ugliest sweeps. The trumpets gave no more sound than
whistles made of onion-stalks, or combs wrapped in paper; while the
train of fifty carriages looked no better than fifty donkey carts. In
the last of these sat the Ambassador with the haughty and scornful air
which he considered becoming in the representative of so powerful a
monarch: for this was the crowning point of the absurdity of the whole
procession, that all who took part in it wore the expression of vanity
and self-satisfaction and pride in their own appearance and all their
surroundings which they believed their splendour amply justified.
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