_Queen:_ To keep rules and hours she must learn,
and to give in to order and good sense. _(To King.)_
There is a pigeon messenger I brought from Alban
I am about to let loose on this day with news of
myself and of yourself. I will send with it a message
to a friend I have, bidding her to make ready for
Nuala a place in her garden of learning and her
school.

_King:_ That is going too fast. There is no
hurry.

_Queen:_ She is seventeen years. There is no
day to be lost. I will go write the letter.

_Nurse:_ Oh, you wouldn't send away the poor
child!

_Dall Glic:_ It would be a great hardship to
send her so far. Our poor little Princess Nu!

_Queen: (Sharply.)_ What are saying? _(Dall
Glic is silent.)_

_King:_ I would not wish her to be sent out
of this.

_Queen:_ There is no other way to set her mind
to sense and learning. It will be for her own
good.