Stefan stood standing at the window, looking outside. Hubert was with him, eating away merrily.

Stefan sighed. "No sign of her yet, Hubert."

"'Course not. Good half hour 'till sunset," his friend said and took another bite of food. "Ah, excellent bird! Oh now, come on, wake up, battle's over, girl's as good as here."

"I'm sorry, Hubert, but after sixteen years of worrying, never knowing …" Stefan replied, nervous for his daughter.

"The past, all in the past." Hubert clapped his hands and the Lackey arrived with a bottle of wine. "Tonight, we toast to future with something i've been saving for sixteen years. Here, to the future!"

"Right, Hubert, to the future!"

"Skumps!"

"Skumps!"

Hubert smiled. "A toast to this knight."

Stefan nodded, feeling better. "The outlook is rosy."

"The future is bright"

Both of them joined in their drunken song.

"Our children will marry

Our kingdoms unite

Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!"

Hubert laughed jubilantly. "Ah, excellent vintage. And now, to the new home, ey?"

Stefan was puzzled. "New home?"

Hubert laughed. "Children need a nest of their own, what? Place to raise their little brood, ey?"

"Well, I suppose in time …"

"Of course. To the home! Skumps!"

Stefan shrugged it off. "Skumps!"

"A toast to the home."

"One grander by far than a palace in Rome!"

"Let me fill up your glass, That glass was all foam."

"Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!"

Hubert clapped his hands. "The plans!"

A servant held a castle's plan in front of Stefan's face.

"Well, what do you think? Nothing elaborate, of course. Forty bedrooms, Dining hall, Honeymoon cottage, really."

Stefan was shocked. "You mean, you're building it already?"

Hubert shook his head. "Built man! Finished. The love-birds can move in tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? But Hubert, they're not even married yet."

"Take care of that tonight. To the wedding!"

Stefan was not ready for this. "Now hold on, Hubert. I haven't even seen my daughter yet, and you're taking her away from me."

"Getting my Phillip aren't you?"

"Yes, but …"

"Want to see our grandchildren, don't we?"

"Of course, but …"

"There's no time to lose! Getting on in years. To the wedding!"

Stefan frowned. "Now be reasonable, Hubert. After all, Aurora knows nothing about this."

"Well?"

"Well, it may come as quite a shock …"

"Shock? My Phillip a shock?" Hubert turned angry. "What's wrong with my Phillip?"

"Nothing, Hubert. I only meant …"

"Why, doesn't your daughter like my son!"

"Now, now ... I'm not so sure my son likes your daughter!"

Stefan's own temper started to flare. "Now, see here …"

Hubert stormed forward. "I'm not so sure my grandchildren want You for a grandfather!"

"Why, you unreasonable, pompous, blustering, old windbag!"

"Unreasonable, pompous …" Hubert grabbed a fish and held it like a sword. "En garde, sir!"

"I warn you, Hubert, this means war!" Stefan used a plate as a shield.

They started to fight, fish against plate, then abruptly broke into laughter.

Hubert put the fish down. "What's this all about anyway?"

Stefan laughed. "Nothing Hubert, absolutely nothing."

"The children are bound to fall in love with each other."

"Precisely. And as for grandchildren, I'll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow."

"Splendid! King size, of course."

"Certainly. To the woodcarver's guild!"

Outside, an announcer's voice boomed out, announcing the arrival of Hubert's son.

"His royal highness, Prince Phillip!"

"Phillip?" Hubert ran downward to meet him.

Before the castle, Phillip arrived on his horse.

"Phillip! Phillip! Phillip, hold, Phillip!" Phillip held and Hubert ran to him. "Hurry, boy, hurry, and change in something suitable. Can't meet your future bride looking like that."

"Well, I have met her, father."

"You have? where?"

"Once upon a dream." Phillip started to sing, lifted his father, and started to dance with him.

"Oh Phillip, stop it, stop that, why, Phillip, Put me down!" Phillip laughed and put him down. "Now, what's all this dream nonsense?"

"It wasn't a dream, father. I really did meet her!"

"Princess Aurora? Good heavens, we must tell Stefan! Why this is the most …"

"I didn't say it was Aurora."

"You most certainly did, you said …"

Phillip smiled. "I said I met the girl I was going to marry. I don't know who she was, a peasant girl I suppose."

Hubert was horrified. "A peasant g-g-girl? You're going to marry a ... Why Phillip, you're joking! [to Samson] isn't he?"

Samson shook his head.

"You can't do this to me! Give up the throne, the kingdom, for some, some nobody? By Harry, I won't have it. You're a prince, and you're going to marry a princess!"

"Now father, you're living in the past. This is the fourteenth century. Nowadays …"

"Nowadays I'm still the king, and I command you to come to your senses."

Phillip wasn't losing his girl so easily. he climbed on his horse and prepared to ride away. "... and marry the girl I love."

"Exactly!"

"Goodbye, father!" he called and rode off.

"Goodbye, father! Marry the girl you ... No, no, Phillip, stop, come back, hold Phillip! Phillip! Oh, how will I ever tell Stefan?" Hubert sighed, worried.