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PRINCESS AND MICROBE
in shining armor; only her helmet was off, and tears were trickling down her cheeks. Now and then she dried them with strands of her yellow hair, and then she shuddered, gazing at a bloody spear that she held in her left hand.
"Fair lady," said the Knight, riding toward her, "tell me your trouble, that I may help you."
The Princess Olivera Rinalda Victorine looked up at him and sobbed, and her chain armor rose and fell upon her bosom. She had not cried this way since that memorable day on the stone bench in the garden, twelve years ago.
"I 've—I 've killed the Microbe!" gasped Princess Victorine.
"Indeed?" said the Knight, raising his
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