The Princess Alexandra sat on her uncomfortably padded chair and watched as the thirty or so assorted princes, knights, earls, dukes and barons paraded past her shaded stage. They were as colorful as peacocks, and most of them, she thought, just about as intelligent. Each had their own distinctive colors, not all of them chosen to be complimentary. The unfortunate Prince Albert was panoplied in lime green and lilac. No wonder he was so apologetic all the time. Prince Jordon, on the other hand, was attired in black and gold and looked very handsome. He obviously knew it too. Each young man saluted as they passed her, and each favored her with a look of stunning avariciousness; except for Herbert. In his eyes Alexandra saw pity. She puzzled over that through the opening matches.
The judges
