HOST (aside).

He asks as though he were ready to have me hanged at
once.—­To the Count of Carabas, your majesty.

KING.

A beautiful country.  But I always thought the country must look altogether different if I should cross the border, judging from the maps.  Do help me a bit. (He climbs up a tree quickly.)

PRINCESS.

What are you doing, my royal father?

KING.

I like open views on beautiful landscapes.

PRINCESS.

Can you see far?

KING.

Oh, yes, and if it were not for those annoying mountains, you would see even further.  Oh, my, the tree is full of caterpillars! (He climbs down again.)

PRINCESS.

That is because it is a scene in nature which has not yet been idealized; imagination must first ennoble it.

KING.

I wish you could take the caterpillars off me by means of imagination.  But get in, we must drive ahead.

PRINCESS.

Farewell, good, innocent peasant. (They get into the
carriage; it drives on.)

HOST.

How the world has changed!  If you read in old books or listen to old people’s stories, they always got louis d’ors or something like that if they spoke to a king or a prince.  Such a king would formerly never dare to open his mouth if he did not press gold pieces into your hand at once.  But now!  How, pray, is one to make one’s fortune unexpectedly, if the chance is over even with kings?  Innocent peasant!  I wish to God I didn’t owe anything—­that comes of the new sentimental descriptions of country life.  Such a king is powerful and envies people of our station.  I must only thank God that he did not hang me.  The strange hunter was our Bugbear himself after all.  At least it will now appear in the paper, I suppose, that the king has spoken to me graciously. [Exit.]

Another region

KUNZ (reaping corn).

Bitter work!  And if at least I were doing it for myself—­but this compulsory villainage!  Here one must do nothing but sweat for the Bugbear and he does not even thank one.  Of course they always say in this world that laws are necessary to keep the people in order, but what need there is here of our Law who devours all of us, I cannot understand.

[HINZE comes running.]

HINZE.

Now I have blisters-on my soles already—­well, it doesn’t matter, Gottlieb, Gottlieb must get the throne for it.  Hey, good friend!

KUNZ.

Who’s this fellow?

HINZE.

The king will drive by here directly.  If he asks you to whom all this belongs, you must answer—­to the Count of Carabas; otherwise you will be chopped into a thousand million pieces.  For the welfare of the public, the law desires it thus.

FISCHER.

For the welfare of the public?