By the time his story was finished, a knock sounded on the door and it opened to let in Jenkins, the camp marshal.,
“You are lying,” he said evenly. “Traitor!”,
They all wended their way back to the town, singing wedding songs, as gaily as they had before mournfully bewailed the sacrifice of the Princess. The marriage took place the following day, and the joy with which it was celebrated may be imagined..
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