For me, I don't like changes, unless pretty sure that they are for good.
And how good can come out of absolute evil--the horrible evil that went
on this night under Prince Dolor's very eyes--soldiers shooting down
people by hundreds in the streets, scaffolds erected, and heads dropping
off--houses burned, and women and children murdered--this is more than I
can understand.

But all these things you will find in history, my children, and must
by and by judge for yourselves the right and wrong of them, as far as
anybody ever can judge.

Prince Dolor saw it all. Things happened so fast one after another that
they quite confused his faculties.

"Oh, let me go home," he cried at last, stopping his ears and shutting
his eyes; "only let me go home!" for even his lonely tower seemed home,
and its dreariness and silence absolute paradise after all this.

"Good-by, then," said the magpie, flapping her wings. She had been
chatting incessantly all day and all night, for it was actually thus
long that Prince Dolor had been hovering over the city, neither eating
nor sleeping, with all these terrible things happening under his very
eyes. "You've had enough, I suppose, of seeing the world?"

"Oh, I have--I have!" cried the prince, with a shudder.

"That is, till next time. All right, your royal highness. You don't know
me, but I know you. We may meet again some time."