But next morning it was her turn to come down with a bandaged face. And
the night after, the King had the spiky ball thrown at him again. And
then the Queen had it. And then they both had it, so that they couldn't
sleep at all, and had to lie awake with nothing to think of but their
wickedness. And every five minutes a very little voice whispered:
'Who stole the kingdom? Who killed the Princess?' till the King and
Queen could have screamed with misery.