When they arrived, the real Prince Ivan ran to him, hugged him so hard he squeaked, and said, “You are magnificent!”
And there stood Ludmilla, stroking the bell. “Ah, the jester. Come to bow before your queen?”
She was right. Bartok had none of those things. He looked at his trembling paws. He looked at Zozi, who was hiding behind a tree. He looked at the frozen, sad face of Prince Ivan reflected in the bell’s polished surface.
When they arrived, the real Prince Ivan ran to him, hugged him so hard he squeaked, and said, “You are magnificent!”
And there stood Ludmilla, stroking the bell. “Ah, the jester. Come to bow before your queen?”
She was right. Bartok had none of those things. He looked at his trembling paws. He looked at Zozi, who was hiding behind a tree. He looked at the frozen, sad face of Prince Ivan reflected in the bell’s polished surface.
