Presently the portals were once more swept apart, revealing Malicorn and his followers. Not a sound rose from the assembly. Growling for rage beneath a huge pair of dragoon’s whiskers, the wicked Marquis made his way to the dais and the coronation chair. The noise of bells and cannon ceased. An official in blue advanced with the royal robe. Just as he was about to throw it over the waiting shoulders of the usurper, an invisible something snatched the robe from him and, lo, it melted into the air! Exceedingly angry, yet disturbed at heart, Malicorn hoped for better luck with the sceptre, but this, too, was snatched by an invisible hand. As for the royal crown, it vanished from its purple cushion in the twinkling of an eye. Speechless with rage, Malicorn now rose to his feet, and stood before the throne, glaring about into the air. Cries of defiance, mingled with shouts of derision, rose from among the magnificoes. And now, even as the turmoil was at its height, the Master Thief, who had been concealed behind some curtains, strode boldly forth to the dais, thrust Malicorn aside with a sweep of his long arms, and shouted to the audience:-- “Magnificoes of the Realm, you came to see your King. Your rightful King is here. Would you behold him?” “Yes!” shouted the assembly in one voice. And now the Master Thief touched the invisible Prince with the spell-dispeller. The instant he did so a flash of deep golden light set everyone blinking, fairy music was heard, and suddenly the invisible Prince stood visible before the throne. He was tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed, and a bit slim, and the crown was on his head, the robe on his shoulders, and the sceptre in his hand. And now the bells and cannon began to boom in real earnest, and a gay breeze came sweeping in to toss the flags and banners that had hung so still. Overcome by emotion, the generalissimo seized the Lord Chancellor by the waist and swung him into a jig, the soldiers all tossed their caps into the air and cheered like mad, whilst the organist became so excited that he began to play two tunes at once. Everybody was laughing and hallooing and hurrahing. As for Malicorn and his crew, they were tumbling out the back door as fast as their legs could carry them, and nobody has seen them from that day to this. Presently the old King and the Queen, released from the dark tower, came hurrying in to greet their son. “He resembles you, my dear,” whispered the King to the Queen. The Master Thief was forgiven everything. Singing and rejoicing, the people of the city poured from the houses into the sunny streets. Clang, clang! Boom! Clang, clang! Boom, boom! Boom! Boom! And they all lived happily ever after. THE TWO MILLERS