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“Say what?” said Nick.
“I have red hair and blue eyes,” said Marvin. “Everyone else in my family has brown hair and brown eyes. And I’m left-handed. That means I have royal blood.”
“Wait a second,” said Nick. “If your parents are the King and Queen of Shampoon, then how
did you end up in the hospital here?”
Marvin thought a moment. He hadn’t figured that part out.
“Simple!” said Stuart. “The kidnappers had to hide the baby somewhere. Well, what better place to hide a baby than with a bunch of other babies in a hospital?”
“That’s right!” said Marvin.
“Or,” said Stuart, “maybe your parents didn’t get you at the hospital. Maybe you’re adopted. They just haven’t told you.”
“I bet you that’s it!” said Nick. “The kidnappers left you in a garbage bin. Then a policeman found you and took you to an orphanage. And then Mr. and Mrs. Redpost adopted you.”
“Or else,” Stuart whispered, “Mr. and Mrs. Redpost might be the kidnappers.”
“You’ll get to live in a castle!” said Nick. “And you’ll have a hundred servants. You’ll never have to make your bed again.”
Marvin shrugged.
“You’ll have so much money,” said Nick. “You could buy anything you want. You walk into a store. You see something you want. You just buy it. You could buy a car!”
Marvin laughed.
“I’m too young to drive,” he said.
“Duh,” said Nick. “No one’s going to give the Prince a ticket! You can do anything. Darn, I wish I had red hair and blue eyes! You’re so lucky, Marvin. Man, some people have all the luck!”
“I’m not lucky,” Marvin reminded him. “I was unlucky to be kidnapped.”
“We just have to figure out a way to tell the King,” said Stuart. “And you can’t let your parents know. If they’re the kidnappers, they’ll kill you for sure.”
3
Marvin Sees the King
Marvin Redpost lived in a gray house. There was a fence around the house. The fence was all white except for one red post.
He slapped the red post as he walked through the gate.
He had an older brother, Jacob, who was eleven, and a younger sister, Linzy, who was four.
Jacob met him at the front door. “Watch out, Mar,” he said. “Mom’s mad.”
“I’m not mad!” said their mother, coming up behind him.
She sounded mad.
“Go clean your room,” she told Jacob.
“I already cleaned my room,” said Jacob.
“Clean it again,” she said. “Then help Linzy with hers.”
Jacob was right. She was mad.
