The old King was ill. Although he had no fever, he said that he felt weak and dizzy. His physicians insisted that he take to his bed, where he buried himself under a dozen covers. When they suggested that he be bled, he burst into tears and cried out for Princess Pirouette.
“My precious lamb,” he said to Pirouette when she came to his bedside. “Thank God you are here. I just don’t know what we would do without you. They want to bleed us!”
She kissed the King’s hand and patted him on the head. “Dear King, we’ll have none of that,” she said. “You’ve just over-exerted yourself and need to rest. Not to worry. I am here.” Old King sighed and closed his eyes, and was soon fast asleep.