Cinderella Page #5
Gentlemen.
May I present my daughters,
- Anastasia, Drisella.
- Mademoiselle.
Off you go!
Smile.
Come with me.
Over there. Smile.
So, you're the prince!
Not "the prince," exactly.
There are plenty of princes in the world.
I'm only a prince.
But your name's not really Kit.
Certainly it is,
and my father still calls me that,
when he's especially un-peeved at me.
But you're no apprentice.
I am. An apprentice monarch.
Still learning my trade.
Oh, gosh!
differently if you knew.
I mistook you
for a good, honest country girl,
and now I see you didn't want
Little chance of that.
No more surprises?
No more surprises.
Is that you?
I hate myself in paintings. Don't you?
No one's ever painted my portrait.
No? Well, they should.
Who is she?
She gave no name, Your Grace.
You didn't ask?
I was out of breath, Your Grace,
on account of introducing
Princess Blodwyn
of Llanfairpwllgwyngyll...
- Shut up, will you?
- "Shut up." Absolutely.
I don't believe this!
No! Not her!
Won't they miss you at the ball?
Maybe.
But let's not go back just yet.
What's wrong?
When I go back,
they will try to pair me off
with a lady of their choosing.
I'm expected to marry for advantage.
Well, whose advantage?
That is a good question.
Well, surely you have a right
to your own heart.
And I must weigh that
against the king's wishes.
He's a wise ruler and a loving father.
Well, perhaps he'll change his mind.
I fear he hasn't much time to do so.
Poor Kit.
People are saying she's a princess.
Our prince seems quite taken with her.
She went straight for him.
You have to appreciate her efficiency.
But surely, if she is a princess,
this may be good.
I've already promised him in marriage,
to the Princess Chelina.
But...
Forgive me, Your Grace.
I did not mean to intrude.
No, it's you who have
to forgive me, madam.
Your secret is safe with me.
I've never shown this place to anyone.
A secret garden.
I love it!
Please.
No, I shouldn't.
You should.
- I shouldn't.
- You should.
I will.
May I?
Please.
It's made of glass.
And why not?
Allow me.
Thank you.
There.
There.
Won't you tell me who you really are?
If I do, I think
everything might be different.
I don't understand.
Can you at least tell me your name?
My name is...
I have to leave.
It's hard to explain.
Lizards and pumpkins, and things.
Wait!
Where are you going?
You've been awfully nice.
Thank you for a wonderful evening.
I've loved it.
Every second!
"Lizards and pumpkins."
Excuse me.
Sorry! Terribly sorry.
My goodness!
My prince!
You've got the wrong one!
He needs her name!
I know he needs her name.
Her name, you ninny. Get her name!
That really hurt!
Your Majesty.
Young lady.
I am so sorry.
Think nothing of it, my dear.
I wanted to say, Your Majesty,
your son Kit
is the most lovely person I ever met.
So good and brave.
I hope you know
how much he loves you.
Excuse me!
Wait!
Wait!
Where are you going?
Hurry, hurry!
Come back!
Hurry!
Hurry, please, Mr. Goose!
Wait!
Watch out!
Captain, my horse.
No!
This may be some intrigue
to lure you from the palace.
Captain!
I was having a fine old time.
You had to go and choose that one,
didn't you?
Yes, I did.
Hurry, Mr. Goose!
Come on!
Hee-ya!
Be careful, Mr. Goose!
Oh, my goodness!
You there! Stop in the name of the king!
Such bad timing.
Halt there!
I know what to do!
Yes!
Get this thing open!
Oh, dear!
No, no, no.
I'm sorry.
You'll find it's very comfortable.
Do shut up!
Cinderella!
Cinderella! We'll have to wake her up.
Cinderella!
Wake up, lazy bones!
Tea and a plate of biscuits.
Welcome back!
- You look cheerful!
- And wet!
I took a walk in the rain
Typical.
Tea.
We did not communicate
through mere words.
Our souls met.
Precisely.
My soul and the prince's soul.
Your soul was over
by the banquet tables.
You didn't see him dance with me.
Dance with you?
He didn't even speak to you.
It was not our fault, Mother.
It was that girl.
The mystery princess.
Mystery princess?
My, what a charming notion.
She was no princess.
She was a preening interloper
who made a spectacle of herself.
A vulgar, young hussy
marched into the ball,
unaccompanied, if you will,
and to the horror of everyone,
threw herself at the prince.
And he actually danced
with the ugly thing.
- Yes?
- Yes.
It was pity.
He was too polite to send her packing
in front of everyone, you see.
to the presumptuous wench any further,
- he took her apart.
- And told her off.
But she refused to leave
and the palace guards
chased her from the party!
I pity the prince. Such bad taste.
They belong with each other.
Well, it's no matter, girls.
The ball was a mere diversion.
The prince is not free to marry for love.
He's promised to the
Princess Chelina of Zaragosa.
The Grand Duke told me himself.
It's so very unfair.
Yes.
The way of the world.
Hello again.
Thank you for your help.
It really was like a dream.
Better than a dream.
Ella couldn't wait to write down
all that had happened,
so that she might remember
every single bit of it
just as if she were telling
her mother and father
about the palace ball
and her time with the prince.
Above all, the prince.
You've come.
Good.
Father.
Don't go.
I must.
You needn't be alone.
Take a bride.
The Princess Chelina.
What if I commanded you to do so?
I love and respect you, but I will not.
I believe that we need not
look outside of our borders
for strength or guidance.
What we need is right before us.
And we need only have courage
and be kind to see it.
Just so.
You've become your own man.
Good.
And perhaps, in the little time left to me,
I can become the father you deserve.
You must not marry for advantage.
You must marry for love.
Find that girl.
Find her.
The one they're all talking about.
The forgetful one
- who loses her shoes.
- ...loses her shoes.
Be cheerful, boy.
Thank you, Father.
Thank you, Kit.
I love you, son.
I love you, Father.
Once the time for mourning
had passed,
a proclamation was sent out.
Hear ye! Hear ye!
Hear ye!
Know that our new king
hereby declares his love for
the mysterious princess
as wore
glass slippers to the ball.
And requests that she present herself
at the palace,
whereupon, if she be willing,
with all due ceremony.
Are you looking for this?
There must be quite a story to go with it.
Won't you tell me?
No?
All right then.
I shall tell you a story.
Once upon a time,
there was a beautiful young girl
who married for love.
And she had two loving daughters.
All was well.
But, one day, her husband,
the light of her life, died.
The next time,
she married for the sake
of her daughters.
But that man, too, was taken from her.
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