floor was hard, but you expected a floor to be uncomfortable. You didnât expect it from a bed piled with twenty mattresses.
Lorelei turned over on her stomach. No better. She rolled back. Could she, Lorelei, actually become a princess? Sheâd passed every test so far. If she married Prince Nicholas, sheâd live in a castle. And so would her father. She giggled. Trudy would be a real lady-in-waiting.
Trudy! She sat up. Sheâd forgotten to find out if Trudy had gotten home safely. What kind of queen would she make if she couldnât remember her subjects?
She lay down again. Sheâd ask first thing in the morning. What could the test tomorrow be like? Would they ask her questions? She didnât know anything about being a princess. She didnât know much about being a blacksmithâs daughter either.
What if they asked her about laws! About geography! About how to sit on a throne! Lorelei was awake all night.
In the morning the Chief Royal Chambermaid led the two maidens to the throne room. Loreleiâs bones ached, and the skin under her gown was black and blue.
King Humphrey and Queen Hermione and Prince Nicholas were sitting on their thrones. All the courtiers and subjects had been cleared out for the big moment.
The first thing Lorelei wanted to do was to find out about Trudy. Then sheâd take whatever test they wanted. Sheâd probably fail it. But at least sheâd know about Trudy.
The other maiden looked so rested and . . . Lorelei hated to admit it, but the other one was beautiful. Maybe by now Nicholas wanted her to win.
âGood morning, princesses or damsels,â the king boomed.
âDid you sleepââ the queen began.
âDid you find outââ Lorelei began.
The doors to the throne room burst open. A man rushed in carrying a child in his arms. Lorelei thought the little boy didnât look right.
King Humphrey stood. âWhat or whyââ
âSire! I am a poor woodcutter! My son is sick, and I have no money to pay a wisewoman to cure him. I have nowhere to turn, except to you.â
âOh dear,â Lorelei said. She ran to the child. âDoes your forehead pulse?â
The boy nodded.
âOh dear. Does it hurt toââ
Nicholas interrupted. âIf you were a princess here,â he asked the crocodile princess, âwhat would you do?â
This is the test! Lorelei thought. Maybe the boy wasnât really sick. But he looked sick.
The crocodile princess said, âThey should be forbidden to trouble you with their problems. This man and his son must be put to death. That will cure the boy.â And she smiled her slow smile.
âWhat would you do, Princess Lorelei?â Nicholas asked.
What was she supposed to say? Did that horrible one give the right answer? But if you couldnât help peopleâif you had to kill them to make them leave you aloneâthen she, Lorelei, didnât want to be a princess.
But then sheâd have to give Nicholas up.
Well, it didnât matter what the right answer was. Somebody was sick! âOh dear. I used to get sick when I was a littleâuhâprincess. I still do sometimes.â She turned to the queen. âDo you have any betony?â Lorelei was sure she was ruining everything, because the queen looked so upset. âI need the leaves of the chaste tree, too. If you donât have that, some bugloss will do. Whereâs the kitchen?â
Queen Hermione didnât know what to say. So she rang for the Chief Royal Serving Maid.
âPrincess Lorelei would be kind to our subjects, Father,â Nicholas said, while they waited for the serving maid. âWhether or not she can feel a pea under twenty mattresses.â He dropped to his knees so hard, he thought he had broken a kneecap. âOuch!â
âOh dear,â Lorelei said. A pea? What was he talking about?
âMy darling princess.â Nicholas took