one, then of the other, and the other animals frisked joyously.

"Hurrah! Hurrah!" shouted the people, "They are like good King Cyril
and his friend the holy John. Let it be so! Let it be so! Hurrah!
Hurrah!"




CONCLUSION

And so it turned out to be. For soon the old King died, worn out by
wicked passions, and Prince Hugh became King. Then began a new order
of things. The land was now a happy kingdom, full of love and peace.
Like his uncle, the new monarch became known as the Good King. In his
realm was never hunting or cruel sport. The houses of his subjects
were full of pets. And the palace itself was a perfect menagerie, so
that John called it "The Ark." There were hundreds of new four-footed
friends in the park and palace; and hundreds of two-footed friends in
the trees and dovecotes. To and fro they went between the city and the
forest. For all ways were safe now to wandering creatures. A highroad
was made connecting the King's city with the Hermit's wood. And the
path to the door of the hut was worn smooth. For this soon became a
favorite place of pilgrimage.

There in the Forest Kingdom lived the good Hermit and John his nephew,
with their circle of pets. And these also went back and forth between
the forest and the city. For John was the Prince's dear friend and
companion, and spent many weeks of the year in the palace with the two
whom he loved. His pets were as eagerly welcomed there as he. Brutus