cried Alphonso . `` I wonder what you do believe in ! Just let me get at the creature ! '' for he was as brave as a lion . `` Hi ! Page , my chain-armour , helmet , lance , and buckler ! A Molinda ! A Molinda ! '' which was his war-cry . The page ran to get the armour ; but it was so uncommonly hot that he dropped it , and put his fingers in his mouth , crying ! `` You had better put on flannels , Alphonso , for this kind of work , '' said Prigio . `` And if I were you , I 'd take a light garden-engine , full of water , to squirt at the enemy . '' `` Happy thought ! '' said Alphonso . `` I will ! '' And off he went , kissed his dear Molinda , bade her keep a lot of dances for him -LRB- there was to be a dance when he had killed the Firedrake -RRB- , and then he rushed to the field ! But he never came back any more ! Everyone wept bitterly -- everyone but Prince Prigio ; for he thought it was a practical joke , and said that Alphonso had taken the opportunity to start off on his travels and see the world . `` There is some dreadful mistake , sir , '' said Prigio to the king . `` You know as well as I do that the youngest son has always succeeded , up to now .
But I entertain great hopes XXXXX Enrico ! ''
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