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herself； and then； seeing she looked a less miserable and ugly woman； he did not shrink from her as usual。
He did not now。 〃Nursedear nurse；〃 said he； 〃I don't mean to vex you； but tell me what is a king？ shall I ever be one？〃
When she began to think less of herself and more of the child； the woman's courage increased。 The idea came to herwhat harm would it be； even if he did know his own history？ Perhaps he ought to know itfor there had been various ups and downs； usurpations； revolutions； and restorations in Nomansland； as in most other countries。 Something might happen who could tell？ Changes might occur。 Possibly a crown would even yet be set upon those pretty； fair curlswhich she began to think prettier than ever when she saw the imaginary coronet upon them。
She sat down； considering whether her oath； never to 〃say a word〃 to Prince Dolor about himself； would be broken if she were to take a pencil and write what was to be told。 A mere quibblea mean； miserable quibble。 But then she was a miserable woman； more to be pitied than scorned。
After long doubt； and with great trepidation； she put her fingers to her lips； and taking the Prince's slatewith the sponge tied to it； ready to rub out the writing in a minuteshe wrote：
〃You are a king。〃
Prince Dolor started。 His face grew pale； and then flushed all over； he held himself erect。 Lame as he was； anybody could see he was born to be a king。
〃Hush！〃 said the nurse； as he was beginning to speak。 And then； terribly frightened all the while；people who have done wrong always are frightened；she wrote down in a few hurried sentences his history。 How his parents had diedhis uncle had usurped his throne； and sent him to end his days in this lonely tower。
〃I； too；〃 added she； bursting into tears。 〃Unless； indeed； you could get out into the world； and fight for your rights like a man。 And fight for me also； my Prince； that I may not die in this desolate place。〃
〃Poor old nurse！〃 said the boy compassion… ately。 For somehow； boy as he was； when he heard he was born to be a king； he felt like a man like a kingwho could afford to be tender because he was strong。
He scarcely slept that night； and even though he heard his little lark singing in the sunrise； he barely listened to it。 Things more serious and important had taken possession of his mind。
〃Suppose；〃 thought he； 〃I were to do as she says； and go out in the world； no matter how it hurts methe world of people； active people； as that boy I saw。 They might only laugh at me poor helpless creature that I am； but still I might show them I could do something。 At any rate； I might go and see if there were anything for me to do。 Godmother； help me！〃
It was so long since he had asked her help that he was hardly surprised when he got no answeronly the little lark outside the window sang louder and louder； and the sun rose； flooding the room with light。
Prince Dolor sprang out of bed； and began dressing himself； which was hard work； for he was not used to ithe had always been accustomed to depend upon his nurse for everything。
〃But I must now learn to be independent；〃 thought he。 〃Fancy a king being dressed like a baby！〃
So he did the best he could；awkwardly but cheerily；and then he leaped to the corner where lay his traveling…cloak； untied it as before； and watched it unrolling itselfwhich it did rapidly； with a hearty good…will； as if quite tired of idleness。 So was Prince Doloror felt as if he were。 He jumped into the middle of it； said his charm； and was out through the skylight immediately。
〃Good…by； pretty lark！〃 he shouted； as he passed it on the wing； still warbling its carol to the newly risen sun。 〃You have been my pleasure； my delight； now I must go and work。 Sing to old nurse till I come back again。 Perhaps she'll hear youperhaps she won'tbut it will do her good all the same。 Good…by！〃
But； as the cloak hung irresolute in air； he suddenly remembered that he had not determined where to goindeed； he did not know； and there was nobody to tell him。
〃Godmother；〃 he cried； in much perplexity； 〃you know what I want；at least； I hope you do； for I hardly do myselftake me where I ought to go； show me whatever I ought to see never mind what I like to see；〃 as a sudden idea came into his mind that he might see many painful and disagreeable things。 But this journey was not for pleasure as before。 He was not a baby now； to do nothing but playbig boys do not always play。 Nor men neitherthey work。 Thus much Prince Dolor knewthough very little more。
As the cloak started off； traveling faster than he had ever known it to do；through sky…land and cloud land； over freezing mountain…tops； and desolate stretches of forest； and smiling cultivated plains； and great lakes that seemed to him almost as shoreless as the sea；he was often rather frightened。 But he crouched down； silent and quiet； what was the use of making a fuss？ and； wrapping himself up in his bear…skin； waited for what was to happen。
After some time he heard a murmur in the distance； increasing more and more till it grew like the hum of a gigantic hive of bees。 And； stretching his chin over the rim of his cloak； Prince Dolor sawfar； far below him； yet； with his gold spectacles and silver ears on； he could distinctly hear and seewhat？
Most of us have some time or other visited a great metropolishave wandered through its network of streetslost ourselves in its crowds of peoplelooked up at its tall rows of houses； its grand public buildings； churches； and squares。 Also； perhaps； we have peeped into its miserable little back alleys； where dirty children play in gutters all day and half the night even young boys go about picking pockets； with nobody to tell them it is wrong except the policeman； and he simply takes them off to prison。 And all this wretchedness is close behind the grandeurlike the two sides of the leaf of a book。
An awful sight is a large city； seen any how from any where。 But； suppose you were to see it from the upper air； where； with your eyes and ears open； you could take in everything at once？ What would it look like？ How would you feel about it？ I hardly know myself。 Do you？
Prince Dolor had need to be a kingthat is； a boy with a kingly natureto be able to stand such a sight without being utterly overcome。 But he was very much bewilderedas bewildered as a blind person who is suddenly made to see。
He gazed down on the city below him； and then put his hand over his eyes。
〃I can't bear to look at it； it is so beautiful so dreadful。 And I don't understand itnot one bit。 There is nobody to tell me about it。 I wish I had somebody to speak to。〃
〃Do you？ Then pray speak to me。 I was always considered good at conversation。〃
The voice that squeaked out this reply was an excellent imitation of the human one； though it came only from a bird。 No lark this time； however； but a great black and white creature that flew into the cloak； and began walking round and round on the edge of it with a dignified stride； one foot before the other； like any unfeathered biped you could name。
〃I haven't the honor of your acquaintance； sir；〃 said the boy politely。
〃Ma'am； if you please。 I am a mother bird； and my name is Mag； an