gigantic fierce birds, killed off his own sword, and with such a pretty princess he had rescued—dear Jaqueline?  I’m sure she is like a daughter to me.  I cannot do without her.”

“I wish she were a daughter-in-law; I wish Dick would take a fancy to marry her,” said the king.  “A nicer girl I never saw.”

“And so accomplished,” added Queen Rosalind.  “That girl can turn herself into anything—a mouse, a fly, a lion, a wheelbarrow, a church!  I never knew such talent for magic.  Of course she had the best of teachers, the Fairy Paribanou herself; but very few girls, in our time, devote so many hours to practice as dear Jaqueline.  Even now, when she is out of the schoolroom, she still practises her scales.  I saw her turning little Dollie into a fish and

back again in the bath-room last night.  The child was delighted.”

In these times, you must know, princesses learned magic, just as they learn the piano nowadays; but they had their music lessons too, dancing, calisthenics, and the use of the globes.

“Yes, she’s a dear, good girl,” said the king; “yet she looks melancholy.  I believe, myself, that if Ricardo asked her to marry him, she would not say ‘No.’ But that’s just one of the things I object to most in Dick.  Round the world he goes, rescuing ladies from every kind of horror—from dragons, giants, cannibals, magicians; and then, when a girl naturally expects to be married to him, as is usual, off he rides!  He has no more heart than a flounder.  Why, at his age I—”

“At his age, my dear, you were so hard-hearted that you were quite a proverb.  Why,

I have been told that you used to ask girls dreadful puzzling questions, like ‘Who was Cæsar Borgia?’  ‘What do you know of Edwin and Morcar?’ and so on.”

“I had not seen you then,” said the king.

“And Ricardo has not seen her, whoever she may be.  Besides, he can’t possibly marry all of them.  And I think a girl should consider herself lucky if she is saved from a dragon or a giant, without expecting to be married next day.”

“Perhaps; but it is usual,” said the king, “and their families expect it, and keep sending ambassadors to know what Dick’s intentions are.  I would not mind it all so very much if he killed the monsters off his own sword, as he did that first brace, in fair fight.  But ever since he found his way into that closet where the fairy presents lie, everything has been made too easy for him.  It is a royal road to glory, or

giant-slaying made easy.  In his Cap of Darkness a poor brute of a dragon can’t see him.  In his Shoes of Swiftness the giants can’t catch him.  His Sword of Sharpness would cut any oak asunder at a blow!”

“But you were very glad of them when you made the Ice-beast and the Fire-beast fight and kill each other,” said the queen.

“Yes, my dear; but it wanted some wit, if I may say so, to do that, and Dick just goes at it hammer and tongs: anybody could do it.  It’s intellect I miss in Ricardo.  How am I to know whether he could make a good fight for it without all these fairy things?  I wonder what the young rogue is about to-day?  He’ll be late for dinner, as usual, I daresay.  I can’t stand want of punctuality at meals,” remarked his Majesty, which is a sign that he was growing old after all; for where is the fun of being expected always to come home in time for dinner when, perhaps,

you are fishing, and the trout are rising splendidly?

“Young people will be young people,” said the queen.  “If you are anxious about him, why don’t you look for him in the magic crystal?”

Now the magic crystal was a fairy present, a great ball of glass in which, if you looked, you saw the person you wanted to see, and what he was doing, however far away he might be, if he was on the earth at all. [21]

“I’ll just take a look at it,” said the king; “it only wants three-quarters of an hour to dinner-time.”

His Majesty rose, and walked to the crystal globe, which was in a stand, like other globes.  He stared into it, he turned it round and round, and Queen Rosalind saw him grow quite pale as he gazed.

“I don’t see him anywhere,” said the king, “and I have looked everywhere.  I do hope nothing has happened to the boy.  He is so careless.  If he dropped his Cap of Darkness in a fight with a giant, why who knows what might occur?”

“Oh, ’Gio, how you frighten me!” said the queen.

King Prigio was still turning the crystal globe.

“Stop!” he cried; “I see a beautiful princess, fastened by iron chains to a rock beside the sea, in a lonely place.  They must have fixed her up as a sacrifice to a sea-monster, like what’s-her-name.”

This proves how anxious he was, or, being so clever and learned, he would have remembered that her name was Andromeda.

“I bet Dick is not far off, where there is an adventure on hand.  But where on earth can

he be? . . .  My word!” suddenly exclaimed the monarch, in obvious excitement.

“What is it, dear?” cried the queen, with all the anxiety of a mother.

“Why, the sea where the girl is, has turned all red as blood!” exclaimed the king.  “Now it is all being churned up by the tail of a tremendous monster.  He is a whopper!  He’s coming on shore; the girl is fainting.  He’s out on shore!  He is extremely poorly, blood rushing from his open jaws.  He’s dying!  And, hooray! here’s Dick coming out of his enormous mouth, all in armour set with sharp spikes, and a sword in his hand.  He’s covered with blood, but he’s well and hearty.  He must have been swallowed by the brute, and cut him up inside.  Now he’s cutting the beast’s head off.  Now he’s gone to the princess; a very neat bow he has made her.  Dick’s manners are positively improving!  Now he’s cutting

her iron chains off with the Sword of Sharpness.  And now he’s made her another bow, and he’s actually taking leave of her.  Poor thing!  How disappointed she is looking.  And she’s so pretty, too.  I say, Rosalind, shall I shout to him through the magic horn, and tell him to bring her home here, on the magic carpet?”

“I think not, dear; the palace is quite full,” said the queen.  But the real reason was that she wanted Ricardo to marry her favourite Princess Jaqueline, and she did not wish the new princess to come in the way.

“As you like,” said the king, who knew what was in her mind very well.  “Besides, I see her own people coming for her.  I’m sorry for her, but it can’t be helped, and Dick is half-way home by now on the Shoes of Swiftness.  I daresay he will not keep dinner waiting after all.  But what a fright the boy has given me!”

At this moment a whirring in the air and a joyous shout were heard.  It was Prince Ricardo flying home on his Seven-league Boots.

“Hi, Ross!” he shouted, “just weigh this beast’s head.  I’ve had a splendid day with a sea-monster.  Get the head stuffed, will