Tudor Jenks

“ That is why the queen gets away from here whenever she can find an excuse. She is visiting a second cousin now—and won't be back for two weeks. She says: 'Give Nabob the sapphire, my dear. You know he won't be happy till he gets it—and neither will you!' And I sometimes think she is right."
"It seems to me she is very wise," I could not help saying. "I expect to visit Pretigalia next week. Suppose you let me take the Great Blue Sapphire to King Nabob—"
King Fantom frowned and looked at me with sudden suspicion.
"Pardon me," he said, "but are you a prince, by any chance?" ”

“ I could hear new bells clanging around me, and really it was hardly more than twenty minutes before a second fleet of airplanes arose from the top of the palace and soared out to drive away the attackers. The defenders were larger and swifter than their foes, and put them to flight. As the whole group receded into the distance, I could see that Prince Bertram's planes were one by one driven to earth.
We descended into the art-gallery and looked at the portraits. ”

“ The boy rushed in. "It's the mule, sir. There's something queer about him!"
The king and I came toward him, and suddenly—how could I foresee it?—that wretched boy snatched the golden casket and the Great Blue Sapphire from the king's hand, and sped away down the corridor.
We went after him at top speed, but he was far too fleet for the king and myself. We came to the palace doorway only in time to see him mount the mule—who had sprouted a pair of wings—and soar into the air!
As he flew over the palace we heard him cry out:
"The youngest son succeeds!" ”