Tutti wanted him to get a compass as well, but there was really no need for a compass.
Tutti the Heir was awaiting the arrival of his doll.
He had had a good long sleep that night after all the excitement.
From the balcony there was a good view of the road from the town gates to the Palace.
The sun was rising behind the rooftops of the town and hurt his eyes.
Tutti held up his hand to shield them, squinting and crinkling his nose as if he were going to sneeze.
"I can't see anyone yet," his tutor said.
He had been given the important task of being lookout, because his profession made him best prepared to judge distances, horizons, moving objects, and other such things.
"Are you sure there's nothing there?" Tutti kept asking.
"Don't argue.
I have, besides this telescope, both knowledge and an accurate conception of objects.
I see a jasmine bush, which has a very beautiful and difficult name in Latin.
Farther on are the bridges and the sentries, with butterflies flying round them. Farther on is the road again.
Wait!
Wait!"
He turned the lens.
Tutti the Heir stood on tiptoe.
His heart was pounding.
"Yes!" said the tutor.
Just then three men on horseback rode out of the Palace park towards the road.
It was Captain Bonaventura and his men going to meet the carriage that had appeared in the distance.
"Hooray!" Tutti shouted so loudly that geese in far-off villages began to cackle in reply.
The fencing master stood on the ground below the balcony, ready to catch the Heir if he fell over the stone railing from excitement.
And so, Doctor Caspar's carriage was rolling towards the Palace.
There was no more need for the telescope or the Geography tutor's scientific knowledge.
Now anyone could see the carriage and the white horse.
What a happy moment!
The sentries stepped aside as the carriage halted at the last bridge.
Tutti the Heir waved his arms wildly and jumped up and down, shaking his golden curls.
Finally, he saw what he had been waiting for.
A little old man climbed clumsily down from the carriage.
The Guards stood respectfully at attention.
The little man took the wonderful doll from the carriage. It looked like a fresh pink bouquet tied with ribbons.
It was a marvellous sight under the morning sky, amid the glitter of sun and grass.
A minute later the doll was in the Palace.
It was walking all by itself.
Oh, Suok was playing her part perfectly!
If she had suddenly found herself surrounded by dolls, they, too, would have taken her for a doll like themselves.
She was very calm.
She felt she was playing her part well.
"There are things that are much harder to do," she thought. "Like juggling burning lamps.
Or doing a double somersault."
Suok had done both when she had worked in the circus.
So she was not afraid.
She even liked the game she was playing.
Doctor Caspar was the one who was really worried.
He followed Suok in.
She took dainty little steps like a ballerina walking on her toes.
Her dress trembled and rustled at every step.
The polished floor shone brightly, and the little girl was reflected in it like a pink cloud.