kitchen-maid with less than two hands,” said the King.
“We might arrange only to have titled kitchen-maids,” said the Queen timidly.
“The very thing,” the King answered: “that would make the love affair all that one could wish. But there’s still the marriage.”
“Of course he’ll marry the lady he loves.”
“It’s not the way of the world,” said the King. “At any rate, let’s hope he’ll love the lady he marries. Otherwise——”
“Otherwise what?” said the Queen.
“We know nothing about otherwise, do we, my Queen?” he said, catching her round the waist. And in his love for his wife and his son the King felt almost happy again, for here they were all three together, and when your son is in his cradle his marriage seems very far off indeed.
But the Queen was anxious and frightened, and while the Prince was still a child she sent messengers to the Courts of all the neighbouring Kings and Queens to tell them what had been foretold, which, indeed, most of them knew, having been at the christening. And she begged such of them as had daughters to send them as kitchen-maids, that so the Prince might at least fall in love with a real
