The old king patted the lad on the shoulder and said:

 -"My dear boy, from now on you will rule this palace! Herels my daughterls hand in marriage. May our young people live well and thousands of icicles c’ink as well!"

The Poor Lad and the Princess Tinkling Call had a wedding whose report was heard on this side of the plains, beyond the hills, a peasantls sandal away from the Iron Gates, a stonels throw from the stony path, and they lived happily ever after, and maybe are still alive today…