"Since you are Baldos, and not a fairy prince, I think you may instruct
the men to carry me back, being without the magic tapestry which could
transplant me in a whiff. Goodness, who's that?"
Within ten feet of the sedan chair and directly behind the tall guard
stood a small group of people. He and Beverly, engrossed in each other,
had not heard their approach. How long they had been silent spectators
of the little scene only the intruders knew. The startled, abashed eyes
of the girl in the chair were not long in distinguishing the newcomers.
A pace in front of the others stood the gaunt, shadowy form of Count
Marlanx.
Behind him were the Princess Yetive, the old prime minister, and Baron
Dangloss.