IPOLA: (To a serious-looking Tula) I thought it would give you some satisfaction to see that. TULA: Uh-huh. IPOLA: Now – let’s make a few plans together, and then order a feast, eh? TULA: (hands her the crown with a smile. ) This is really yours. IPOLA: Oh keep it. I’ve got lots of them. Just a bit of jewelry, really, but it seems to impress people. Wear it when it’s appropriate. TULA: As you wish, Mother. (she impulsively hugs Ipola) Mother … IPOLA: There, there, girl … TULA: I was so afraid … that .. IPOLA: I know. TULA: … that I’d have to be queen! IPOLA: Well. Happy to spare you that, at least.