le between Prince and the dog which filled his
former place--a well-meaning but dull fellow, who could fight better
than feed. Prince was not long in showing him that he was meant for his
master, and then, by his efforts, and directions to the other dogs, the
sheep were soon gathered again, and out of danger from foxes and bad
dogs. As soon as this was done, the wise woman left them in charge of
Prince, while she went to the next farm to arrange for the folding of
the sheep and the feeding of the dogs.

When the soldiers reached the palace, they were ordered to carry their
prisoners at once into the presence of the king and queen, in the
throne room. Their two thrones stood upon a high dais at one end, and
on the floor at the foot of the dais, the soldiers laid their helpless
prisoners. The queen commanded that they should be unbound, and ordered
them to stand up. They obeyed with the dignity of insulted innocence,
and their bearing offended their foolish majesties.

Meantime the princess, after a long day's journey, arrived at the
palace, and walked up to the sentry at the gate.

"Stand back," said the sentry.

"I wish to go in, if you please," said the princess gently.

"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the sentry, for he was one of those dull people
who form their judgment from a person's clothes, without even looking
in his eyes; and as the princess happened to be in rags, her request
was amusing, and the booby thought himself quite clever for laughing at
her so thoroughly.

"I am the princess," Rosamond said quietly.

"WHAT princess?" bellowed the man.

"The princess Rosamond. Is there another?" she answered and asked.

But the man was so tickled at the wondrous idea of a princess in rags,
that he scarcely heard what she said for laughing. As soon as he
recovered a little, he proceeded to chuck the princess under the chin,
saying--

"You're a pretty girl, my dear, though you ain't no princess."

Rosamond drew back with dignity.

"You have spoken three untruths at once," she said. "I am NOT pretty,
and I AM a princess, and if I were dear to you, as I ought to be, you
would not laugh at me because I am badly dressed, but stand aside, and
let me go to my father and mother."

The tone of her speech, and the rebuke she gave him, made the man look
at her; and looking at her, he began to tremble inside his foolish
body, and wonder whether he might not have made a mistake. He raised
his hand in salute, and said--

"I