" God be thanked," thought the overseer, "the storm has blown over!" "It would have been hard to drive up, your honor," he added.

" I heard, your honor, that a minister is coming to visit your honor.

" The prince turned round to the overseer and fixed his eyes on him, frowning.

"What? A minister? What minister? Who gave orders?" he said in his shrill, harsh voice.

" The road is not swept for the princess my daughter, but for a minister! For me, there are no ministers!" "Your honor, I thought..." "You thought!" shouted the prince, his words coming more and more rapidly and indistinctly.