as suddenly and quietly as the Queen had doneindeed； in her very room and bed； and Prince Dolor was left without either father or motheras sad a thing as could happen； even to a prince。
He was more than that now； though。 He was a king。 In Nomansland； as in other countries； the people were struck with grief one day and revived the next。 〃The king is deadlong live the king！〃 was the cry that rang through the nation； and almost before his late Majesty had been laid beside the Queen in their splendid mausoleum； crowds came thronging from all parts to the royal palace； eager to see the new monarch。
They did see him；the Prince Regent took care they should；sitting on the floor of the council chamber； sucking his thumb！ And when one of the gentlemen…in…waiting lifted him up and carried himfancy carrying a king！to the chair of state； and put the crown on his head； he shook it off again； it was so heavy and uncomfortable。 Sliding down to the foot of the throne he began playing with the golden lions that supported it； stroking their paws and putting his tiny fingers into their eyes； and laughing laughing as if he had at last found something to amuse him。
〃There's a fine king for you！〃 said the first lord…in…waiting； a friend of the Prince Regent's （the Crown…Prince that used to be； who； in the deepest mourning； stood silently beside the throne of his young nephew。 He was a handsome man； very grand and clever…looking）。 〃What a king！ who can never stand to receive his subjects； never walk in processions； who to the last day of his life will have to be carried about like a baby。 Very unfortunate！〃
〃Exceedingly unfortunate；〃 repeated the second lord。 〃It is always bad for a nation when its king is a child； but such a childa permanent cripple； if not worse。〃
〃Let us hope not worse；〃 said the first lord in a very hopeless tone； and looking toward the Regent； who stood erect and pretended to hear nothing。 〃I have heard that these sort of children with very large heads； and great broad fore… heads and staring eyes； arewell； well； let us hope for the best and be prepared for the worst。 In the meantime〃
〃I swear；〃 said the Crown…Prince； coming forward and kissing the hilt of his sword〃I swear to perform my duties as Regent； to take all care of his Royal Highnesshis Majesty； I mean；〃 with a grand bow to the little child； who laughed innocently back again。 〃And I will do my humble best to govern the country。 Still； if the country has the slightest objection〃
But the Crown…Prince being generalissimo； having the whole army at his beck and call； so that he could have begun a civil war in no time； the country had； of course； not the slightest objection。
So the King and Queen slept together in peace； and Prince Dolor reigned over the landthat is； his uncle did； and everybody said what a fortunate thing it was for the poor little Prince to have such a clever uncle to take care of him。
All things went on as usual； indeed； after the Regent had brought his wife and her seven sons； and established them in the palace； rather better than usual。 For they gave such splendid entertainments and made the capital so lively that trade revived； and the country was said to be more flourishing than it had been for a century。 Whenever the Regent and his sons appeared； they were received with shouts： 〃Long live the Crown…Prince！〃 〃Long live the royal family！〃 And； in truth； they were very fine children； the whole seven of them； and made a great show when they rode out together on seven beautiful horses； one height above another； down to the youngest； on his tiny black pony； no bigger than a large dog。
As for the other child； his Royal Highness Prince Dolor；for somehow people soon ceased to call him his Majesty； which seemed such a ridiculous title for a poor little fellow； a helpless cripple；with only head and trunk； and no legs to speak of；he was seen very seldom by anybody。
Sometimes people daring enough to peer over the high wall of the palace garden noticed there； carried in a footman's arms； or drawn in a chair； or left to play on the grass； often with nobody to mind him； a pretty little boy； with a bright； intelligent face and large； melancholy eyesno； not exactly melancholy； for they were his mother's； and she was by no means sad…minded； but thoughtful and dreamy。 They rather perplexed people； those childish eyes； they were so exceedingly innocent and yet so penetrating。 If anybody did a wrong thingtold a lie； for instance they would turn round with such a grave； silent surprise the child never talked muchthat every naughty person in the palace was rather afraid of Prince Dolor。
He could not help it； and perhaps he did not even know it； being no better a child than many other children； but there was something about him which made bad people sorry； and grumbling people ashamed of themselves； and ill… natured people gentle and kind。
I suppose because they were touched to see a poor little fellow who did not in the least know what had befallen him or what lay before him； living his baby life as happy as the day is long。 Thus； whether or not he was good himself； the sight of him and his affliction made other people good； and； above all； made everybody love him so much so； that his uncle the Regent began to feel a little uncomfortable。
Now； I have nothing to say against uncles in general。 They are usually very excellent people； and very convenient to little boys and girls。 Even the 〃cruel uncle〃 of the 〃Babes in the Wood〃 I believe to be quite an exceptional character。 And this 〃cruel uncle〃 of whom I am telling was； I hope； an exception； too。
He did not mean to be cruel。 If anybody had called him so； he would have resented it extremely： he would have said that what he did was done entirely for the good of the country。 But he was a man who had always been accustomed to consider himself first and foremost； believing that whatever he wanted was sure to be right； and therefore he ought to have it。 So he tried to get it； and got it too； as people like him very often do。 Whether they enjoy it when they have it is another question。
Therefore he went one day to the council chamber； determined on making a speech； and informing the ministers and the country at large that the young King was in failing health； and that it would be advisable to send him for a time to the Beautiful Mountains。 Whether he really meant to do this； or whether it occurred to him afterward that there would be an easier way of attaining his great desire； the crown of Nomansland； is a point which I cannot decide。
But soon after； when he had obtained an order in council to send the King away； which was done in great state； with a guard of honor composed of two whole regiments of soldiers； the nation learned； without much surprise； that the poor little Princenobody ever called him king nowhad gone a much longer journey than to the Beautiful Mountains。
He had fallen ill on the road and died within a few hours； at least so declared the physician in attendance and the nurse who had been sent to take care of him。 They brought his coffin back in great state； and buried it in the mausoleum with his parents。
So Prince Dolor was seen no more。 The country went into deep mourning for him； and then forgot him； and his uncle reigned in his stead。 That illustrious personage accepted his crown with great decorum； and wore it with great dignity to the last。 But whether he enjoyed it or not there is no evidence to show。
CHAPTER III
And what of the little lame Prince； whom everybody seemed so easily to have forgotten？
Not everybody。 There were a few kind souls； mothers of families； who had heard his sad story； and some servants about the palace； who had been familiar with his sweet ways these many a time sighed and said； 〃Poor Prince Dolor！〃 Or； looking at the Beautiful Mountains； which were visible all over Nomansland； though few people ever visited them； 〃Well； perhaps his Royal Highness is better where he is than even there。〃
They did not knowindeed； hardly anybody did knowthat beyond the mountains； between them and the sea； lay a tract of country； barren； level； bare； except for short； stunted grass； and here and there a patch of tiny flowers。 Not a bushnot a tree not a resting place for bird or beast was in that dreary plain。 In summer the sunshine fell upon it hour after hour with a blinding glare； in winter the winds and rains swept over it unhindered； and the snow came down steadily； noiselessly； covering it from end to end in one great white sheet； which lay for days and weeks unmarked by a single footprint。
Not a pleasant place to live inand nobody did live there； apparently。 The only sign that human creatures had ever been near the spot was one large round tower which rose up in the center of the plain； and might be seen all over itif there had been anybody to see； which there never was。 Rose right up out of the ground； as if it had grown of itself； like a mushroom。 But it was not at all mushroom…like； on the contrary； it was very solidly built。 In form it resembled the Irish round towers； which have puzzled people for so long； nobody being able to find out when； or by whom； or for what purpose they were made； seemingly for no use at all； like this tower。 It was circular； of very firm brickwork； with neither doors nor windows； until near the top； when you could perceive some slits in the wall through which one might possibly creep in or look out。 Its height was nearly a hundred feet； and it had a battlemented parapet showing sharp against the sky。
As the plain was quite desolatealmost like a desert； only without sand； and led to nowhere except the still more desolate seacoastnobody ever crossed it。 Whatever mystery there was about the tower； it and the sky and the plain kept their secret to themselves。
It was a very great secret indeed；a state secret；which none but so clever a man as the present King of Nomansland would ever have thought of。 How he carried it out； undiscovered； I cannot tell。 People said； long afterward； that it was by means of a gang of condemned criminals； who were set to work； and executed immediately after they had done； so that nobody knew anything； or in the least suspected the real fact。
And what was the fact？ Why； that this