One day the Prince asked him what he was yawning for, and Satiety answered:
“Because I have nothing to do, and nothing to wish for, my Prince.”
“I suppose that is the reason why I yawn too,” replied the Prince.
“Rather is it having me always with you,".answered Satiety.
“Then get away and leave me,” said the Prince.
“I cannot do that,” answered Satiety. “You can go from me, but I cannot go from you; I can never leave you as long as you remain in the palace of Prosperity.”
“Then I will have you turned out,” said the Prince.
“No one can do that,” said Satiety, “but Misfortune, and he is a very capricious person. Though he is a very disagreeable monster, some people seem to court him, but cannot get him to come near them; while to a great many he comes unawares, and catches them, though they fly from him eagerly. I tell you, Prince, you can go from me, but I cannot go from you as long as you remain in the palace of Prosperity.”
That night, when he went to his soft bed, the Prince thought very much as to the conversation he had held with Satiety, and he resolved to go out of the palace for a time, just to get rid of the ugly little gray, yawning dwarf.
The very resolution seemed to do him good, and he slept better that night after he had made it than he had done for many a night before.
The next morning when he rose he felt quite refreshed, and he said to a groom: “Bring me my stout horse, Expedition; I am going out to take a ride all alone.”
The groom answered not a word, for in that palace every one obeyed the Prince at once, and nobody troubled him but the ugly little dwarf, Satiety. As he went away, however, the groom said to himself with a sigh: “It is a sad thing to be in the wide world all alone. My Prince does not know what it is. But let him try; it may be better for him.”
He accordingly brought the horse to the palace-door. But when the Prince came down he felt quite well, and, looking about among all his attendants, he could only catch a distant glimpse of Satiety standing yawning behind. For a minute he was half inclined not to go, for he did not mind seeing Satiety at a distance if he did not come near. But the groom, whose name was Resolution, seeing him hesitate, said: “You had better go, my Prince, as you determined; it may do you good.” And a chamberlain called Effort helped him on his horse.
At first, as the Prince rode along, everything was quite delightful to him. He seemed to breathe more freely now that he was no more troubled with Satiety. The flowers looked bright, and the sky beautiful, for a cloud or two here and there only gave variety. The very air seemed fresher than it had been in the sheltered gardens of the palace, and the Prince said to himself: “What a delightful country this is, just on the verge of the land of Prosperity.”