I have related as well as I could the history of Prince Dolor, but with
the history of Nomansland I am as yet unacquainted. If anybody knows
it, perhaps he or she will kindly write it all down in another book. But
mine is done.

However, of this I am sure, that Prince Dolor made an excellent king.
Nobody ever does anything less well, not even the commonest duty of
common daily life, for having such a godmother as the little old woman
clothed in gray, whose name is--well, I leave you to guess. Nor, I
think, is anybody less good, less capable of both work and enjoyment in
after-life, for having been a little unhappy in his youth, as the prince
had been.

I cannot take upon myself to say that he was always happy now--who
is?--or that he had no cares; just show me the person who is quite free
from them! But whenever people worried and bothered him--as they did
sometimes, with state etiquette, state squabbles, and the like, setting
up themselves and pulling down their neighbors--he would take refuge in
that upper room which looked out on the Beautiful Mountains, and, laying
his head on his godmother's shoulder, become calmed and at rest.

Also, she helped him out of any difficulty which now and then
occurred--for there never was such a wise old woman. When the people of
Nomansland raised the alarm--as sometimes they did--for what people can
exist without a little fault-finding?--and began to cry out, "Un-happy
is the nation whose king is a child," she would say to him gently, "You
are a child. Accept the fact. Be humble--be teachable. Lean upon the
wisdom of others till you have gained your own."