The Slipper and the Rose: The Story of Cinderella Page #6

Who is she?

The lady Caroline,

sir, since you ask.

What? The lady-in-waiting

to my grandmother?

That lady Caroline?

Yes.

How amazing!

Wm.

Well, it' s extraordinary.

Not extraordinarily

extraordinary, of course,

but I never guessed.

Heh, heh. I know.

Well, I'm delighted.

You have m'! Blessing.

I - I - I must

congratulate her.

No! No, please, sir.

Don't do that.

It's kind of you, but

it wouldn't be seemly.

How so?

Alas, my cause

is a lost one.

Well, the lady does not

return your affections?

Oh, indeed! But the fact

remains that I am what I am:

A servant!

Positioh, sir.

Position.

John, I'm twice amazed.

I must be very dense.

Am I?

Of course not. You

have your problems;

I have mine.

Where are we?

That's us?

You're sure this map's

been drawn to scale?

I believe so,

your majesty.

Then what have I been

looking at all these years?

I thought that was us.

I always go by

the brown parts for the land

and the blue parts

for the sea.

Who's that?

First lord of

the Navy, sire.

Have we got a Navy?

The royal barge

on the lake?

Oh, yes, yes.

Well, remind me not

to travel in it again.

So, even allowing for

errors in the cartographer's art,

we are small in comparison

with our neighbors.

Though great in, ahh,

what's the word?

Er, tradition?

Traditioh, yes. Great

in tradition and spirit,

in fact, we are small.

Hear, hear.

So we have to have a plan!

Now, you're all aware

of the problems

of my son's reluctance to

have a perfectly good wife

chosen for him.

This generation has

no respect at all.

I mean, I was married off

before I was 14!

Carolsfeld - -where's that?

Ah, you see, the size of it,

see the size of it. Perfect.

Now, what's the solution?

With respect,

your majesty,

I have prepared

a small paper.

What I am seeking

is a proper balance,

weighing

what we sack

against what

we have to offer.

Oh, for goodness sakes, stop talking

in those boring, diplomatic riddles.

Speak the king's

euphranian, man!

Forgive me, your majesty.

I had in mind a celebration.

What are you

going to celebrate?

A marriage, sire.

Getting married again?

Hmm. Finally

got rid of her, eh?

Well, not my marriage, sire.

His royal highness,

the prince Edward's.

Well, we'd all like

to celebrate that.

That's what

we're talking about.

Sometimes I think I'm

surrounded by a lot of idiots.

Here we are, hedged

in by hostile forces,

and all you can think of is

something that's been thought of.

Sire, this time,

I have a new idea,

an idea that the prince himself

will not be able to resist!

Well, make sure

that she's got teeth.

He's got an obsession

about them having teeth.

I thought, a ball!

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