"Not again", groans the king.
After yet another trick by Zettelwitz, Kalinko is not prepared to take any more nonsense.
Norbert grins. "He must think we're a right pair of noodles!"
"It's no good", frowns the king, annoyed.
"We're never going to catch him this way! If only we could part him from his magic wand!"
"Never mind", says Norbert, nonchalantly. "If he won't negotiate, we'll just have to wait until he nods off."
By now, it's afternoon. Zettelwitz decides he's been sitting in the tree for long enough. He conjures up a fog,
so that no-one will notice him nipping nimbly down from the tree. Now, naturally the downside of the fog is
that he can't navigate the neighbourhood very well himself.
There's somebody nestling here right under his nose! Zettelwitz creeps nearer.
It's Norbert the king's jester, napping with his knees drawn up to his chin.
"Well I never! Like an N!", grins Zettelwitz.