She shot to her feet and stood prepared to fly, frowning.

The Terror rose more slowly.
"Good afternoon, Highness.

I've come to take you back to the Grange," said Miss Lambart.
"I'm not going," said the princess firmly.
"I'm afraid you must.

Your father is there; and he wants you," said Miss Lambart.
"No," said the princess yet more firmly; and she took a step sidewise toward the mouth of the cave.
The Terror nodded amiably to his uncle and put his hands in his pockets; he wore the detached air of a spectator.
"But if you don't come of yourself, we shall have to carry you," said Miss Lambart sternly.
The Terror intervened; he said in his most agreeable tone: "I don't see how you can.

You can't touch a princess you know.