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part of it; and as there seemed nothing else to do, he commanded his heralds to challenge any one who should wish to dispute his right to the victory. But no one came out, for either there was no one else left, or else the knights were afraid to enter the lists against one who had overthrown so easily so doughty a knight as the Prince of India. However that might be, no one turned up, so the Knight of London was declared the victor. The shout that was raised at this declaration was not very tremendous, for most of the people liked the Prince of India, whereas they did not care much for the new-comer. But he did not seem to mind it much, and he went smilingly to the Princess. As he came before the royal presence he made his horse kneel, and advance kneeling, till he was quite close.
    Then he said:
    ‘As no one appears to dispute my right I believe I am the victor, and in virtue of that right I claim your Majesty’s hand.’
    But the Princess laughed.
    ‘Oh, we’ll see about that to-morrow; there’ll be plenty of time then. Meanwhile, this evening we are going to give a ball at the palace, to which all who have taken part in the tournament are invited. Of course you’ll come, won’t you?’
    ‘Of course I will, at your invitation, your Majesty, but—’
    What he was going to say was drowned in an immoderate fit of laughter, which came from the Prince of India.
    ‘Ha! ha! ha!’ he laughed. ‘Can’t you see who it is you’re talking too?’ he continued, talking to the Princess.
    The Princess drew herself up.
    ‘I believe I am talking to the Knight of London,’ she said severely.
    ‘The Knight of London! why he’s no more the Knight of London than I am. Why, your Majesty must be blind or mad, or both, not to see who he is. Blind’s not enough to express it. You—’
    But he got no farther, for the Princess called for the police to arrest him, but before they could get at him he had fainted; for the spear of the Knight of London had gone right through his side. So the Princess told the police to lift him up gently and to carry him to his house in the town.
    But the Knight of London frowned: ‘If I were you, your Majesty, I should order them to cut his head off on the first opportunity. To call you mad and blind — why I’ve never heard of such a thing.’
    But the Princess said:
    ‘That would never do. Why, he is an independent prince, and if I hurt him it would bring on a war with India, and goodness knows what else. However, I’ll have him turned out of the kingdom as soon as he is well enough to go. However, I am going back now. Mind and be in time this evening.’
    So he went to doff his armour, and she drove home once more — this time without the poor Prince, who was being carried behind in an ambulance waggon. The rest of the day passed off somehow, and the night came at last, as nights are in the habit of doing, and with the night came knights — no longer dressed in steel armour, but gorgeous in velvet and silk and evening dress. But, however gorgeous and fine they might be, the Knight of London outstripped them all, in dress, manners, looks, and everything else, and the Princess said he had the best step of any one she had ever known — and she ought to know, for she danced with him a great many times. In fact, by the end of the ball she had forgotten all about the poor Prince, for the Knight of London was a most enchanting person — although one thing did seem strange, and that was, that the Knight seemed positively afraid of the Owl; and at supper-time he actually refused to sit on the right hand of the Princess because the Owl was sitting on her right shoulder.
    But the Owl took no notice of him at all, and never even looked at him, so she thought it was only a rather foolish prejudice on his part However, the ball came to an end at last, and the Princess went to bed and dreamt pleasantly of some one, but it was not the Prince this time.
    And the Prince lay tossing on his bed only half