"You might get a larger councilor than I am," she said, "but I know a good deal about government. I have been governed ever so much, and I could not help learning how it is done. I'm glad enough to have a chance to help somebody govern other people. I'll be your chief councilor."
"All right," said the prince, who was much pleased with the merry little creature. "Now we'll go and hunt up the rest of the kingdom."
He took the little fairy in his hand and placed her in one of the folds of his silken girdle, where she could rest, as if in a tiny hammock, and then he asked her name.
"My name," she answered, "is Lorilla, chief councilor of the kingdom of—what are you going to call your kingdom?"
"Oh, I haven't thought of a name, yet."
"Let it be Nassimia, after yourself," said Lorilla.
"Very well," answered the prince, "we will call it Nassimia. That will save trouble and disputes, after the kingdom is established."
Nassime now stepped along quite briskly, talking to his little companion as he went, and explaining to her his various ideas regarding his future kingdom. Suddenly he stumbled over what he supposed was the trunk of a fallen tree, and then he was quickly raised into the air, astride of the supposed tree-trunk, which seemed to have a hinge in it.
"What now?" said a great voice, and the prince perceived that he was sitting on the knee of a giant, who had been lying on his back in the wood.
"Don't be afraid," said Lorilla, looking out of her little hammock. "He won't hurt you."
"Excuse me," said the prince, "I did not see you, or I should have been more careful. How would you like to be general of the army of the kingdom of Nassimia?"
