"Yes. Did you not know that we have a King and Queen?" asked the Drone.
"I knew that you have a Queen; we often hear about her. But I didn't
think about a King."
"Well, I am the King--at least, I intend to be soon. At present I am a
Prince. When my Queen comes out we shall be married, and then I shall
be King. There are other drones waiting, but they shall not have her.
Listen--she is singing in her golden room now. That means that she is
coming out soon. I must be ready for the beautiful Queen."
He walked out of the hive into the sunshine. Here he brushed himself
and spread his shining wings and looked very big and handsome. There
was a stir in the hive, and the young Queen flew out and mounted into
the air. With a rush Billybuzz flew swiftly after her, followed by the
other drones who had been waiting. Whoever could catch the Queen first
was to marry her, so they all did their best. Higher and higher they
flew, till they were all out of sight.
The boy waited below, and presently the disappointed drones came back,
bringing the news that Billybuzz had won the race. So Billybuzz the
Drone married the Queen, and became King.
A few days later the boy again came to watch the bees.
"Where is Billybuzz the King?" he asked a drone who sat at the front
door in the sunshine.
"Dead!" said the drone.
"Dear me!" said the boy. "How did that happen?"
"Oh, he just died," said the drone. "We all die very soon after we
become kings. We are not made to live as long as the workers or the
queens."
"Is that so? Then I would rather be born a worker than a king," said
the boy.
"Everyone to his taste," said the drone. "A short life and a merry one
for me."