An urgent message had just reached Prince Blueblood, telling him of the newly arrived princess, who had been escorted to his chambers.

The mare had sent him a mail, if it was a week or two ago. She had kindly presented herself as a princess and explained that she desired to see him.

Had it been that long? Of course the good Prince had forgotten all about it. Yet, now she is in his private chambers, and she brought a friend.

What catastrophe was the friend? There is bound to be hilarity and, and, and..