They came to Alexander's house, standing outside, allowing Alexander to descend from the horse and bow down to the small gate that led to the main gate. The guards followed him closely as they carried Alexander's luggage, and closely she followed them .she looked at the house Alexander lived in with great sadness. There
were columns and friezes and arched windows twenty feet high
It might once have been nice; it might once have been the home of an actual family. But scrub and tall weeds now covered the yellowed lawn, which clearly hadn’t been cut in years. A wire fence bordered the property, sagging at spots where the wind had knocked it down, a wooden gate hanging from its post.
Set far back from the curb, beneath three tower pines. It was white plaster with a brown tile roof and Castilian wrought iron over the windows.
The house was an old brown tumbledown wreck, its clapboard weathered and cracked, several roof shingles missing
Beyond them rough hills sloping into the sharp blue Pacific
Outside the house was a double-cut car wheel that was turned into a bathtub, the grass was so long that it almost covered the house itself, that one would have to look at carefully to identify where the house was. The door was made of iron sheets, and beside the light wood, which was only used to cover up shame.
Princess Eda stood a short distance away as she watched Alexander struggling with the small doors to enter their compound, He stood outside their house and called out to his mother, who came out of the hut with great weakness, looking utterly hopeless and powerless to even greet her son. Alexander gave her the luggage and begged her one minute to say goodbye to the one who brought him home, his mother allowed him. He returned quickly to where the princess was standing and bowed to her with the utmost respect. .” Thank you so much for your help, may God multiply for you and make you more prosperous so that you may have the same heart all the time. But I have one request, I beg to return with you to the Palace, please! … The mother you see is not healthy, she is suffering from diabetes, therefore a lot of money is needed for the benefit of her treatment please, your majesty “.
. The princess looked at him sadly and sympathetically, Alexander's words touched her, she felt like she was wrong and had wronged the Swiss people by not complying with tax laws. But it was not her fault, it was her father's fault, King Kutula the Fifteenth …
A heart of sympathy filled the princess, and she ordered Alexander to bid farewell to his mother and brothers and to leave with her. .Alexander with great optimism and unspeakable joy, ran to her mother and gave her his last greetings, promising to return the same day after going to the king's palace, and to defend the interests of their community.
The mother poured and gave a kiss to her son, wishing him well. The journey to the kings place began again, and darkness fell. This time Alexander grabbed the princess by the arm, with his arms around her waist, while the other held the rope that was leading Rose .