When she awoke the next morning, she nearly forgot where she was. But everything suddenly came flooding back to her. She quickly got dressed, and ate the breakfast that had been set down for her. It was much better than her usual breakfast, it was bread, with butter, jam, cereals, milk, chocolate, fruit juice and plenty more appetizing things.
When she had finished, she walked towards Prince Matthew's bedroom door. She knocked and waited. The door was then opened by a handsome young man: it was the Prince. She bowed and told him she was here to try and make him speak again. When he heard this, he grew red from the roots of his hair to the end of his nose. He quickly ushered Anabetha in and signaled to her to sit down.
“Hello, I'm Anabetha, and I take it you are Prince Matthew. Am I right?”
He nodded.
“Good. Now, if I try anything that anyone else has tried on you tell me, or rather, signal me, so that I don't waste time doing something for nothing. Do you understand?”
He nodded again.
“Now, I want you to know that before nodding or shaking your head or doing anything of the sort, you must open and close your mouth as though you are speaking and saying whatever you wish to tell me. Only then can you indicate to me what you wish or desire. Do you understand this as well?”
This time, his face became serious, and he mimicked an answer; Yes I do. Then he nodded.
This went on for about seven days until he managed a small grunt. But oh, the very faintest of grunts you could possibly imagine. Anabetha alerted his parents of this. They seemed highly excited and anxious at the same time. They praised her and quickly ushered her back to their loving son.
By this time, Anabetha was excited as well, but mostly, she was worried: three days wouldn't suffice to make the Prince say even a word.
