Children's stories, English; Magic -- Juvenile fiction; Short stories
They had a delightful breakfast. Then the King caused the royal
household to assemble in the throne-room, and there announced that, as
the Princess had come to claim the kingdom, they were returning to their
own kingdom by the three-seventeen train on Thursday.
Every one cheered like mad, and the whole town was decorated and
illuminated that evening. Flags flew from every house, and the bells all
rang, just as the Princess had expected them to do that day when she
came home with the fifty-five camels. All the treasure these had carried
was given back to the Princess, and the camels themselves were restored
to her, hardly at all the worse for wear.
The usurping King and Queen were seen off at the station by the
Princess, and parted from her with real affection. You see they weren't
completely wicked in their hearts, but they had never had time to think
before. And being kept awake at night forced them to think. And the
'voice of conscience' gave them something to think about.
They gave the Princess the receipted bills, with which most of the
palace was papered, in return for board and lodging.
When they were gone a telegram was sent off.
Ozymandias Rex, Esq.,
Chatsworth,
Delamere Road,
Tooting,
England.
Please come home at once. Palace vacant. Tenants have
left.--Ozyliza P.
And they came immediately.
When they arrived the Princess told them the whole story, and they
kissed and praised her, and called her their deliverer and the saviour
of her country.
'_I_ haven't done anything,' she said. 'It was Erinaceus who did
everything, and....'
'But the fairies said,' interrupted the King, who was never clever at
the best of times, 'that you couldn't get the kingdom back till you had
a thousand spears devoted to you, to you alone.'
'There are a thousand spears in my back,' said a little sharp voice,
'and they are all devoted to the Princess and to her alone.'
'Don't!' said the King irritably. 'That voice coming out of nothing
makes me jump.'
'I can't get used to it either,' said the Queen. 'We must have a gold
cage built for the little animal. But I must say I wish it was visible.'
'So do I,' said the Princess earnestly. And instantly it was. I suppose
the Princess wished it very hard, for there was the hedge-pig with its
long spiky body and its little pointed face, its bright eyes, its small
round ears, and its sharp, turned-up nose.
It looked at the Princess but it did not speak.
'Say something _now_,' said Queen Eliza. 'I should like to _see_ a
hedge-pig speak.'
'The truth is, if speak I must, I must speak the truth,' said Erinaceus.
'The Princess has thrown away her life-wish to make me visible. I wish
she had wished instead for something nice for herself.'
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