The Miller, carrying the lighted lantern, stands on the threshold.

Princess (To the Courtier).—Even such service becomes him.

Courtier (Reproachfully).—Your Grace!

Princess (To Miller).—Thank you.

Magistrate trembles. Miller is surprised, then is about to hang the lantern on a hook above the door.

Princess (Humorously). O, but not that way, that is not all of your duty. You will light my way.

Courtier.—Your Grace!

Miller.—Where to? (Takes the lantern down from the hook).

Princess.—To the place to which I have a right to request your guidance. To the little castle.

Miller.—Immediately?

Princess.—At this very moment.

Courtier.—It is impossible, Your Grace, pray consider! It is so late, and the road leads through the dense woods.

Princess.—For that very reason I need an escort and a light. You need have no fear, and it is not necessary that you bother about escorting me. Remain here, I shall go alone.

Courtier.—Good heavens! Your Grace; I cannot permit—

Magistrate.—He is dangerous!

Princess.—Then (taking the lantern from the Miller) I shall break the lantern. What good is it?

Courtier (Checking the Princess).—No, why give him freedom?

Magistrate.—Then we should never be able to subdue him.

Princess—Well then, I am going

Magistrate (Humbly).—Perhaps I might venture.

Princess (Hastily, with a smile).—No, thank you, do not detain yourselves. You can escort My Lord Count. Good night, Count.

Courtier.—Your Grace, I shall be anxious about you. (Bowing.)

Princess.—Just sleep well.

Courtier leaves over bridge on the left. Magistrate follows him.