“He wanted to fight you because you’re the next prince,” Flower said slowly, trying to work it out. “But you didn’t want to fight him. And you don’t want to be prince. You didn’t want to prove you were a prince . . . or anything.” “Yes, what’s the point there, Flower?” “Maybe he means that the people who don’t want to be princes are the ones that should become princes,” Thumper interrupted impatiently. Flower’s eyes widened in surprise. “No, that’s not what I was thinking. But I do like it!”
