An officer stood outside the study door. He didnt want me to go straight in. "First I must tell His Highness that youre here," he said.

When I objected, he started explaining: "Custom demands this, Your Highness. For centuries---"

I pushed him aside. He looked as if I had stung him. "Dont worry," I said with a laugh. "You can keep your ancient customs when Ive gone away."

Ive never disturbed Jean in his study before, but today my problems couldnt wait. He was sitting at his desk, with three ministers. He was looking very tired. He often works from breakfast time till three oclock the next morning. The winter days are short in Sweden, so most of the time Jean has to work by lamplight. Its very bad for his eyes.

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