of a year.

_Princess:_ Is that all the delay I am given, and
the term is set for me, like a servant that would be
banished from the house?

_King:_ That's not it. That's not right. I
would never give in to let you go ...if it
wasn't ...

_Princess_: I know. _(Stands up.)_ For my own
good!

_(Trumpet outside.)_

_Gatekeeper_: (_Coming in_.) There is company
at the door.

_Queen_: Who is it?

_Gatekeeper_: Servants, and a company of women,
and one that would seem to be a Prince, and young.

_Princess_: Then he is come asking me in marriage.

_Dall Glic_: Who is he at all?

_Gatekeeper_: They were saying he is the son
of the King of the Marshes.