As the noise the brute was making would have drowned that of the most powerful dynamo, the question was almost unnecessary. Count Ruprecht next made his dragon exhibit the few accomplishments it had learnt, which were of the simplest, consisting in sitting up, rolling over and shamming death, and reviving to utter three terrific snorts, supposed to be loyal cheers, all at the proper word of command. He concluded by mounting its back and riding it several times round the enclosure, after which he lay between its forepaws, while it licked his face with its huge flickering forked tongue.

"Capital!" cried Clarence, apparently unimpressed, though he did not venture very near the beast. "You"ve only to teach it to jump through a hoop, and you"d make quite a decent Music-hall "turn" together. What do you feed it on, eh? Sop--or canary-seed?"

To which the Count did not vouchsafe any reply.

"I"ve been most interested, I"m sure, my dear Count," said the Queen, after he had chained it up again. "And it"s quite a thing to have seen--once. But we really can"t allow you to go on keeping such a creature as that--_can_ we, Sidney?"

"Certainly not, my love," said the King. "It"s against the law, you know, Count, against the law."

"Is it, your Majesty?" said the Count. "I--I had no idea of that--no one ever told me so!"

"Well, it _is_, you know. You must put an end to it--have it destroyed.

Painlessly, if you like, but--well, you"ve got to get rid of it somehow."

"In your own interest, Count," urged the Queen. "Just think how unpopular you would be with your neighbours if it broke loose!"

"I should not like to be unpopular," he said. "And if your Majesties insist on slaying the only living creature that loves me----!"

"What?" put in Clarence unfeelingly, "don"t the hea.r.s.e--I mean the carriage-horses love you?"

But again the Count took no notice of the question.

"It"s too bad of you, Father!" cried Edna indignantly; "yes, and you too, Mother! To come here at Count Ruprecht"s invitation, to see his dragon and then tell him to destroy it! I think it perfectly disgraceful of you, and you will get a very bad name in the country when people hear of it. When you happen to be Sovereigns you might at least _behave_ as such!"

"Well, well, my dear," said her Mother, who had not considered the question from this side before, "we merely threw it out as a suggestion--nothing more. And if the Count will undertake to keep his dragon under proper control, that is all we shall require of him."

The Count willingly gave this undertaking, and the visit ended without any loss of cordiality on either side.

"We"ve seen the dragon, Miss Heritage!" Ruby announced with sparkling eyes on her return. "And he is such a darling! Do you know, I don"t think the Count can be quite so horrid after all, or Tutzi wouldn"t be fond of him. Only fancy, Mums and Daddy wanted the Count to have him killed! But Edna made them say he needn"t. _Aren"t_ you glad?... Oh, I forgot--you never really loved my newts. But you _would_ Tutzi--he"s quite _dry_, you know--not the least bit clammy.... Do you think there"s time before dinner for me to run down and play with the Gnomes?"

"My dearest!" cried Daphne, "surely your Mother doesn"t approve of your doing that?"

"She wouldn"t mind if she knew. They"re yellow--but quite nice. Much better fun than those fat little m.u.f.fs of pages, who are too afraid of spoiling their clothes to play at anything rough. You don"t mind my having a game of "I spy" with the Gnomes--just till it"s time to dress for dinner--do you, Miss Heritage?"

"Well, darling," said Daphne, "I"m not allowed any authority over you now, you know. But I"m quite sure that if her Majesty ever hears of your running about with Yellow Gnomes, she will blame me for it, and probably send me away."

"Oh, then I won"t any more. Only it will be rather dull without them. I almost wish sometimes I had lessons to do. But there"s nothing for me to learn. I can understand everything everybody says, and they understand me. And there aren"t any pianos, and History and Geography are no earthly good here, and I know more Arithmetic as it is than I shall ever want now I"m a Princess. Princess Flachspinnenlos promised to show me how to work a spinning-wheel some day, but she"s not very good at it herself, and anyhow, I"m sure it will be frightfully boring. Still, I"d rather give up the Gnomes than lose _you_, Miss Heritage, dearest!"

She spoke with feeling, for it meant abandoning a cherished scheme of hers for inciting them to steal up during dinner and pinch the pages"

legs.

Daphne was sorry for the poor little tomboy Princess, of whom she had grown to be really fond. There was little she could do for her, however, beyond being with her as often as she could; and the Queen had shown a tendency of late to discourage even this.

Edna looked forward with interest to the Count"s next visit; his performances with the dragon had impressed her greatly in his favour, and she had begun to think that he might have the makings of a Superman in him after all. It might be time to begin his education, and she prepared herself for the task by running through her lecture notes on Nietzsche once more.

When he called he was shown by her command to the chamber which served as her boudoir, where, rather to the scandal of some of the Court ladies, she received him in private.

He looked taller than ever as he sat doubled up on a low seat. "I came to thank you, Princess," he began, "for persuading your exalted parents to spare my poor dear Tutzi. Of course I don"t want to break the law, but he is chained up, and besides, he is such a good dragon that I"m sure n.o.body _could_ object to my keeping him."

"Why are you so anxious not to break the law?"

"Because it"s wrong to break laws."

"And do you never do anything wrong?"

"Never. My tutors taught me that people who do wrong are always punished for it. I shouldn"t like to be punished at all."

"Still, you must have _wanted_ to do bad things now and then."

"Now and then I have," he confessed. "Especially lately. But I never _do_ them. You see, bad people are never really liked."

"Do you know, Count, what the great German philosopher Nietzsche would call such goodness as yours? He would say it was "slave-morality." You only do what other people tell you is right because you"re afraid of what they would think of you if you didn"t. You have courage enough to master Tutzi, but you daren"t defy what Nietzsche so finely terms "the Great Dragon of the Law," which says: "Thou shalt"--"Thou shalt not.""

"What?" he said in surprise. "Is there another dragon besides Tutzi? And one that can talk, too! I never heard of _him_!"

"Nietzsche was speaking metaphorically, of course," said Edna impatiently. "He meant the human laws and customs and prejudices which a true Superman should soar above. I think you ought to be more of a Superman."

"Ought I?" he said, open-mouthed. "What sort of things does a--one of those gentlemen--do?"

"Well," said Edna, after refreshing her memory by her notes, "you should begin by "hating and despising the ideals of the average man"! You should create your own Truth--your own Morality. Obey only your primordial instincts--the Will to Power."

"I wonder if I could do all that."

"Of course you can, if you are strong enough--and I believe you are."

"And what _else_ ought I to do, Princess?"

"Well, let me see--oh, yes, you should "act towards slave or stranger exactly as you think fit." You should be "an intrepid experimentalist, ceaselessly looking for new forms of existence." You must "be able to bear the sight of others" pain, remembering that you cannot attain the height of greatness----""

"I"ve grown taller lately," he interjected, "a great deal taller; haven"t you noticed it?"

""Attain the height of greatness,"" resumed Edna severely, "if you do not feel within yourself both the will and the power to inflict great suffering! And "through it all you must exhibit the joyous innocence of a child that is amusing itself." Do you understand?"

"I think I do. It means I must do whatever I feel inclined, without minding what people say. Shall you be pleased with me, Princess, if I do that?"

"I shall at least respect you more than I can do while you form your conduct entirely on Sunday School standards."

"Then I"ll try," he said. "Yes, I will certainly try. Do you know, I think I shall rather like being what your great teacher with a name like a sneeze calls a Superman."

"Then make yourself one," she said, "for I am quite sure that you have the power."

Probably she did not know herself exactly what she wanted him to be; it did not mean much more than the admiration for the prehistoric male brute to which the more advanced type of young woman seems peculiarly p.r.o.ne. But when he left she felt that she had made a most promising convert, and had every reason to be satisfied with the success of her afternoon.

As much could not be said with regard to her Mother, who remonstrated with her after the Count"s departure as strongly as she dared.

"I shouldn"t see him alone like that, again, my love," she said anxiously. "It might put ideas into people"s heads. Indeed I"m not sure that, as it is, some of the Court don"t think there must be something between you."

"It"s perfectly indifferent to me _what_ they think, Mother," was the lofty reply. "As a matter of fact, there is nothing whatever between us.

I am merely doing what I can to make him a little more civilised."