They did not know his name, they did not know that he was Prince Ethelried, but they knew by his valor that there was royal blood in his veins.

So they all cried out long and loud: "_Long live the Prince! Prince Ciseaux!_" Then the King stepped down from his throne and took off his crown to give to the conqueror, but Ethelried put it aside.
"Nay," he said.

"The only kingdom that I crave is the kingdom of a loving heart and a happy fireside.

Keep all but the Princess." So the Ogre was killed, and the Prince came into his kingdom that was his heart's desire.

He married the Princess, and there was feasting and merrymaking for seventy days and seventy nights, and they all lived happily ever after.
When the feasting was over, and the guests had all gone to their homes, the Prince pulled down the house of the Ogre and built a new one.