'I wish to make a new law.' Every one fell flat on his face. The law is so much respected in that country. 'No one called Ozyliza is allowed to own property in this kingdom,' said the King. 'Turn out that stranger.' So the Princess was turned out of her father's palace, and went out and cried in the palace gardens where she had been so happy when she was little. And the baker's boy, who was now the baker's young man, came by with the standard bread and saw some one crying among the oleanders, and went to say, 'Cheer up!' to whoever it was. And it was the Princess. He knew her at once. 'Oh, Princess,' he said, 'cheer up! Nothing is ever so bad as it seems.' 'Oh, Baker's Boy,' said she, for she knew him too, 'how can I cheer up? I am turned out of my kingdom. I haven't got my father's address, and I have to face my enemies without a single human being to stand by me.' [Illustration: Instantly a flight of winged arrows crossed the garden.] 'That's not true, at any rate,' said the baker's boy, whose name was Erinaceus, 'you've got me. If you'll let me be your squire, I'll follow you round the world and help you to fight your enemies.' 'You won't be let,' said the Princess sadly, 'but I thank you very much all the same.' She dried her eyes and stood up. 'I must go,' she said, 'and I've nowhere to go to.' Now as soon as the Princess had been turned out of the palace, the Queen said, 'You'd much better have beheaded her for treason.' And the King said, 'I'll tell the archers to pick her off as she leaves the grounds.' So when she stood up, out there among the oleanders, some one on the terrace cried, 'There she is!' and instantly a flight of winged arrows crossed the garden. At the cry Erinaceus flung himself in front of her, clasping her in his arms and turning his back to the arrows. The Royal Archers were a thousand strong and all excellent shots. Erinaceus felt a thousand arrows sticking into his back. 'And now my last friend is dead,' cried the Princess. But being a very strong princess, she dragged him into the shrubbery out of sight of the palace, and then dragged him into the wood and called aloud on Benevola, Queen of the Fairies, and Benevola came. 'They've killed my only friend,' said the Princess, 'at least.... Shall I pull out the arrows?' 'If you do,' said the Fairy, 'he'll certainly bleed to death.' 'And he'll die if they stay in,' said the Princess.