"What is all this moonshine?" he concluded in bewilderment.
Now the Blue Prince was the soul of candour, and seeing that nothing could now be lost by telling the truth, he answered:—
"This is a letter from a damsel who resideth in the Tower of Telifonia, on the outskirts of the capital; we are 
the damsel of the tower. engaged. No doubt the language seemeth to thee a little overdone, but wait till thy turn cometh."
"And so thou hast employed this pigeon as a carrier between thee and this suburban young person?" cried the Black Prince, feeling vaguely boiling over with rage.
"Even so," answered his brother, "but guard thy tongue. The lady of whom thou speakest so disrespectfully is none other than the Princess of Paphlagonia."
"Eh? What?" gasped the Black Prince.
"She hath resided there since the twelfth moon of last year. The King received her the first time he set out to meet her."
"Dost thou dare say the King hath spoken untruth?"
"Nay, nay. The King is a wise man. Wise men never mean what they say. The King said she was confined to her room. It is true, for he had confined her in the Tower with her maidens for fear she should fall in love with the
