With no word coming from the palace, the people grew fed up with the state of uncertainty and spilled into the streets, shouting, “GarGar! GarGar!”
In a short amount of time, an unruly crowd had gathered in front of the palace gates. When Princess Pirouette appeared on the balcony, the people cheered her lustily, but when she tried to speak to them, their cries drowned out her voice, so she was pleased simply to wave at them. With Tata Sous-sus on her left, looking as grim as ever, and the duchesse du Linge on her right, looking as confused as ever, Princess Pirouette looked especially young and pretty. While the people loved Pirouette passionately, GarGar was the man of the hour and it was to him that the people were looking.
Pirouette exited the balcony with her ladies in tow. After just a few minutes, the front doors of the palace opened and Her Highness appeared. As she moved down the steps, six palace guards held a canopy over her head. The closer she approached the gates, the quieter the crowd became. When the front of the canopy touched the wrought iron gate, she walked a few steps until she was just on the other side. The people, over-awed by her presence, began to bow and curtsy, jostling one another in the process.
“While some of you may think it inevitable that I should marry le comte des Deux Chats, Monsieur GarGar, I shall only do so if God directs me thus.” A few saucy members of the crowd dared to shout, “Marry him!” but Pirouette simply smiled and extended her hand through the bars so that her subjects might kiss her gloved hand. “If it be Gods will, then I shall marry him,” were her last words before turning back