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Chapter One
"You'll have to," groaned the King, with a wave at the scroll. The Courtiers sat staring at one another in dazed disbelief. From the courtyard came the splash and splutter of the luckless footmen and the dismal creaking of the stone bucket.
"Oh!" wailed Pompa, throwing up his hands. "This is the worst eighteenth birthday I've ever had. I'll never have another as long as I live!"
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