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But the king burst out laughing. “That’s it!” he cried. “You gave
the right answer. The job of prince consort is yours, young whatever-
your-name-is. Citizens of Baublestein, hear my proclamation: a royal
wedding will soon take place. Now, go home. The competition is
over.”
People slowly filed out, chattering like squirrels about the amazing
turn of events. The king finally looked at his daughter and saw that
her fretting had ceased. She was so engrossed in her young man that
she did not even notice her father removing the Rainbow Necklace
from her shoulders.
“You won’t need this anymore,” said King Conundra. “But I
might.”

THE END