proposed
to establish it in Manoa at once.

Some objection was raised by the old priest in the skull mask; but when
the Inca promised to make him an archbishop, and to continue all his
revenues, the priest admitted that he was perfectly satisfied; and the
general public cheered and waved their hats with emotion. It was
arranged that the Inca, with his other daughters, should visit Pantouflia
immediately, both because he could not bear to leave Jaqueline, and also
because there were a few points on which he felt that he still needed
information. The Government was left in the hands of the archbishop, who
began at once by burning his skull mask (you may see one like it in the
British Museum, in the Mexican room), and by letting loose all the birds
and beasts which the Manoans used to worship.

So all the young people were married in the Golden Temple of the Sun, and
all the Earthquaker's nurses who were under thirty were wedded to the
young men who had been fond of them before they were sent into the hollow
hill. These young men had never cared for any one else. Everybody wore
bridal favours, all the unengaged young ladies acted as bridesmaids, and
such a throwing of rice and old shoes has very seldom been witnessed. As
for the happy royal pair, with their fathers, and the other princess (who
did not happen to be engaged), back they flew to Pantouflia.

And there was Queen Rosalind waiting at the palace gates, and crying and
laughing with pleasure when she heard that the wish of her heart was
fulfilled, and Jaqueline was to be her daughter.

"And, as for the Earthquaker," said her Majesty, "I never was really
anxious in the least, for I knew no beast in the world was a match for
_you_, my dear."

So, just to make everything orderly and correct, Ricardo and Jaqueline
were married over again, in the Cathedral of Pantouflia. The marriage
presents came in afterwards, of course, and among them, what do you
think? Why, the Seven-League Boots and the Sword of Sharpness, with a
very polite note of extraordinary size:

"The Giant who does not Know when he has had Enough presents his
hearty congratulations to the royal pair, and begs to lay at their
feet the Seven-league Boots (they not fitting me) and the Sword which
Prince Ricardo left in the Giant's keeping recently. The Giant hopes
_no bad blood_; and I am,

"Yours very faithfully,
"THE G., &c.

"P.S.--His little woman sends her congratul