"Since you are Baldos, and not a fairy prince, I think you may instruct

the men to carry me back, being without the magic tapestry which could

transplant me in a whiff. Goodness, who's that?"

Within ten feet of the sedan chair and directly behind the tall guard

stood a small group of people. He and Beverly, engrossed in each other,

had not heard their approach. How long they had been silent spectators

of the little scene only the intruders knew. The startled, abashed eyes

of the girl in the chair were not long in distinguishing the newcomers.

A pace in front of the others stood the gaunt, shadowy form of Count

Marlanx.

Behind him were the Princess Yetive, the old prime minister, and Baron

Dangloss.




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