CHAPTER V.
_What Prince Prigio found in the Garret_.
The prince walked from room to room of the palace; but, unless he wrapped himself up in a curtain, there was nothing for him to wear when he went out in the rain.

At last he climbed up a turret-stair in the very oldest part of the castle, where he had never been before; and at the very top was a little round room, a kind of garret.

The prince pushed in the door with some difficulty--not that it was locked, but the handle was rusty, and the wood had swollen with the damp.

The room was very dark; only the last grey light of the rainy evening came through a slit of a window, one of those narrow windows that they used to fire arrows out of in old times.
But in the dusk the prince saw a heap of all sorts of things lying on the floor and on the table.

There were two caps; he put one on--an old, grey, ugly cap it was, made of felt.