The other people were just as much in fault for being born so stupid ; but the world , my dear children , can never be induced to remember this . If you are clever , you will find it best not to let people know it -- if you want them to like you . Well , here was the prince in a pretty plight . Not a pound in his pocket , not a pair of boots to wear , not even a cap to cover his head from the rain ; nothing but cold meat to eat , and never a servant to answer the bell . CHAPTER V. What Prince Prigio found in the Garret . The prince walked from room to room of the palace ; but , unless he wrapped himself up in a curtain , there was nothing for him to wear when he went out in the rain . At last he climbed up a turret-stair in the very oldest part of the castle , where he had never been before ; and at the very top was a little round room , a kind of garret . The prince pushed in the door with some difficulty -- not that it was locked , but the handle was rusty , and the wood had swollen with the damp . The room was very dark ; only the last grey light of the rainy evening came through a slit of a window , one of those narrow windows that they used to fire arrows out of in old times . But in the dusk the prince saw a heap of all sorts of things lying on the floor and on the table . There were two caps ; he put one on -- an old , grey , ugly cap it was , made of felt . There was a pair of boots ; and he kicked off his slippers , and got into them . They were a good deal worn , but fitted as if they had been made for him . On the table was a purse with just three gold coins -- old ones , too -- in it ; and this , as you may fancy , the prince was very well pleased to put in his pocket . A sword , with a sword-belt , he buckled about his waist ; and the rest of the articles , a regular collection of odds and ends , he left just where they were lying . Then he ran downstairs , and walked out of the hall door . CHAPTER VI . What Happened to Prince Prigio in Town . By this time the prince was very hungry . The town was just three miles off ; but he had such a royal appetite , that he did not like to waste it on bad cookery , and the people of the royal town were bad cooks .
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