The Light Princess
                         A Fairy-Tale Without Fairies

                               George MacDonald


 ``Your Servant, Goody Gravity''
            -- _Sir Charles Grandison_

 ``Great bards besides
   In sage and solemn times have sung
   Of tourneys and of trophies hung
   Of forests and enchantments drear
   Where more is meant than meets the ear.''
            -- Milton

  [This story first appeared as part of the novel _Adela Cathcart_
   (1864), and later in the collection _Dealings with the Fairies_.]

     Table of Contents

     Chapter 1. -- What! No Children?
     Chapter 2. -- Won't I, Just?
     Chapter 3. -- She Can't Be Ours.
     Chapter 4. -- Where Is She?
     Chapter 5. -- What Is to Be Done?
     Chapter 6. -- She Laughs Too Much.
     Chapter 7. -- Try Metaphysics.
     Chapter 8. -- Try a Drop of Water.
     Chapter 9. -- Put Me in Again.
     Chapter 10. -- Look at the Moon.
     Chapter 11. -- Hiss!
     Chapter 12. -- Where Is the Prince?
     Chapter 13. -- Here I Am.
     Chapter 14. -- This Is Very Kind of You.
     Chapter 15. -- Look at the Rain!
     About this document

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           Chapter 1. -- What! No Children?

Once upon a time, so long ago that I have quite forgotten the date,
there lived a king and queen who had no children.

And the king said to himself, ``All the queens of my acquaintance have
children, some three, some seven, and some as many as twelve; and my
queen has not one.  I feel ill-used.''  So he made up his mind to be
cross with his wife about it.  But she bore it all like a good patient
queen as she was.  Then the king grew very cross indeed.  But the queen
pretended to take it all as as joke, and a very good one too.

``Why don't you have any daughters, at least?'' said he.  ``I don't say
_sons_; that might be too much to expect.''

``I am sure, dear king, I am very sorry,'' said the queen.

``So you ought to be,'' retorted the king; ``you are not going to make
a virtue of _that_, surely.''

But he was not an ill-tempered king, and in any matter of less moment
would have let the queen have her own way with all his heart.  This,
however, was an affair of state.

The queen smiled.

``You must have patience with a lady, you know, dear king,'' said she.

She was, indeed, a very nice queen, and heartily sorry that she could
not oblige the king immediately.

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           Chapter 2. -- Won't I, Just?

The king tried to have patience, but he succeeded very badly.  It was
more than he deserved, therefore, when, at last, the queen gave him a
daughter -- as lovely a little princess as ever cried.

The day drew near when the infant must be christened.  The king wrote
all the invitations with his own hand.  Of course somebody was
forgotten.

Now it does not generally matter if somebody _is_ forgotten, only you
must mind who.  Unfortunately, the king forgot without intending to
forget; and so the chance fell upon the Princess Makemnoit, which was
awkward.  For the princess was the king's own sister; and he ought not
to have forgotten her.  But she had made herself so disagreeable to the
old king, their father, that he had forgotten her in making his will;
and so it was no wonder that her brother forgot her in writing his
invitations.  But poor relations don't do anything to keep you in mind
of them.  Why don't they?  The king could not see in to the garret she
lived in, could he?

She was a sour, spiteful creature.  The wrinkles of contempt crossed
the wrinkles of peevishness, and made her face as full of wrinkles as a
pat of butter.  If ever a king could be justified in forgetting
anybody, this king was justified in forgetting his sister, even at a
christening.  She looked very odd, too.  Her forehead was as large as
all the rest of her face, and projected over it like a precipice.  When
she was angry, her little eyes flashed blue.  When she hated anybody,
they shone yellow and green.  What they looked like when she loved
anybody, I do not know; for I never heard of her loving anybody but
herself, and I do not think she could have managed that if she had not
somehow got used to herself.  But what made it highly imprudent in the
king to forget her was -- that she was awfully clever.  In fact, she
was a witch; and when she bewitched anybody, he very soon had enough of
it; for she beat all the wicked fairies in wickedness, and all the
clever ones in cleverness.  She despised all the modes we read of in
history, in which offended fairies and witches have taken their
revenges; and therefore, after waiting and waiting in vain for an
invitation, she made up her mind at last to go without one, and make
the whole family miserable, like a princess as she was.

So she put on her best gown, went to the palace, was kindly received by
the happy monarch, who forgot that he had forgotten her, and took her
place in the procession to the royal chapel.  When they were all
gathered about the font, she contrived to get next to it, and throw
something into the water; after which she maintained a very respectful
demeanour till the water was applied to the child's face.  But at that
moment she turned round in her place three times, and muttered the
following words, loud enough for those beside her to hear: --

 ``Light of spirit, by my charms,
   Light of body, every part,
   Never weary human arms --
   Only crush thy parents' heart!''

They all thought she had lost her wits, and was repeating some foolish
nursery rhyme; but a shudder went through the whole of them
notwithstanding.  The baby, on the contrary, began to laugh and crow;
while the nurse gave a start and a smothered cry, for she thought she
was struck with paralysis: she could not feel the baby in her arms.
but she clasped it tight and said nothing.

The mischief was done.

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           Chapter 3. -- She Can't Be Ours.

Her atrocious aunt had deprived the child of all her gravity.  If you
ask me how this was effected, I answer, ``In the easiest way in the
world.  She had only to destroy gravitation.''  For the princess was a
philosopher, and knew all the _ins_ and _outs_ of the laws of
gravitations as well as the _ins_ and _outs_ of her boot-lace.  And
being a witch as well, she could abrogate those laws in a moment; or at
least so clog their wheels and rust their bearings, that they would not
work at all.  But we have more to do with what followed than with how
it was done.

The first awkwardness that resulted from this unhappy privation was,
that the moment the nurse began to float the baby up and down, she flew
from her arms towards the ceiling.  Happily, the resistance of the air
brought her ascending career to a close within a foot of it.  There she
remained, horizontal as when she left her nurse's arms, kicking and
laughing amazingly.  The nurse in terror flew to the bell, and begged
the footman, who answered it, to bring up the house-steps directly.
Trembling in every limb, she climbed upon the steps, and had to stand
upon the very top, and reach up, before she could catch the floating
tail of the baby's long clothes.

When the strange fact came to be known, there was a terrible commotion
in the palace.  The occasion of its discovery by the king was naturally
a repetition of the nurse's experience.  Astonished that he felt no
weight when the child was laid in his arms, he began to wave her up
and -- not down, for she slowly ascended to the ceiling as before, and
there remained floating in perfect comfort and satisfaction, as was
testified by her peals of tiny laughter.  The king stood starting up in
speechless amazement, and trembled so that his beard shook like grass
in the wind.  At last, turning to the queen, who was just as
horror-struck as himself, he said, gasping, staring, and stammering: --

``She _can't_ be ours, queen!''

Now the queen was much cleverer than the king, and had begun already to
suspect that ``this effect defective came by cause.''

``I am sure she is ours,'' answered she.  ``But we ought to have taken
better care of her at the christening.  People who were never invited
ought not to have been present.''

``Oh, ho!'' said the king, tapping his forehead with his forefinger,
``I have it all.  I've found her out.  Don't you see it, queen?
Princess Makemnoit has bewitched her.''

``That's just what I say,'' answered the queen.

``I beg your pardon, my love; I did not hear you. -- John! bring the
steps I get on my throne with.''

For he was a little king with a great throne, like many other kings.

The throne-steps were brought, and set upon the dining-table, and John
got upon the top of them.  But he could not reach the little princess,
who lay like a baby-laughter-cloud in the air, exploding continuously.

``Take the tongs, John,'' said his Majesty; and getting up on the
table, he handed them to him.

John could reach the baby now, and the little princess was handed down
by the tongs.

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           Chapter 4. -- Where Is She?

One fine summer day, a month after these her first adventures, during
which time she had been very carefully watched, the princess was lying
on the bed in the queen's own chamber, fast asleep.  One of the windows
was open, for it was noon, and the day was so sultry that the little
girl was wrapped in nothing less ethereal than slumber itself.  The
queen came into the room, and not observing that the baby was on the
bed, opened another window.  A frolicsome fairy wind, which had been
watching for a chance of mischief, rushed in at the one window, and
taking its way over the bed where the child was lying, caught her up,
and rolling and floating her along like a piece of flue, or dandelion
seed, carried her with it through the opposite window, and away.  The
queen went downstairs, quite ignorant of the loss she had herself
occasioned.

When the nurse returned, she supposed that her Majesty had carried her
off, and dreading a scolding, delayed making inquiry about her.  But
hearing nothing, she grew uneasy, and went at length to the queen's
boudoir, where she found her Majesty.

``Please, your Majesty, shall I take the baby?'' said she.

``Where is she?'' asked the queen.

``Please forgive me, I know it was wrong.''

``What do you mean?'' said the queen, looking grave.

``Oh, don't frighten me, your Majesty!'' exclaimed the nurse, clasping
her hands.

The queen saw that something was amiss, and fell down in a faint.  The
nurse rushed about the palace, screaming, ``My baby! my baby!''

Every one ran to the queen's room.  But the queen could give no orders.
They soon found out, however, that the princess was missing, and in a
moment the palace was like a beehive in a garden; and in one minute
more the queen was brought to herself by a great shout and clapping of
hands.  They had found the princess fast asleep under a rose-bush, to
which the elvish little wind-puff had carried her, finishing its
mischief by shaking a shower of red rose-leaves all over the little
white sleeper.  Startled by the noise the servants made, she woke, and,
furious with glee, scattered the rose-leaves in all directions, like a
shower of spray in the sunset.

She was watched more carefully after this, no doubt; yet it would be
endless to relate all the odd incidents resulting from this peculiarity
of the young princess.  But there never was a baby in a house, not to
say a palace, that kept the household in such constant good humor, at
least below stairs.  If it was not easy for her nurses to hold her, at
least she made neither their arms nor their hears ache.  And she was so
nice to play at ball with!  There was positively no danger of letting
her fall.  They might throw her down, or knock her down, or push her
down, but couldn't _let_ her down.  It is true, they might let her fly
into the fire or the coal hole, or through the window; but none of
these accidents had happened as yet.  If you heard peals of laughter
resounding from some unknown region, you might be sure enough of the
cause.  Going down into the kitchen, or _the room_, you would find Jane
and Thomas, and Robert and Susan, all and sum, playing at ball with the
little princess.  She was the ball herself, and did not enjoy it the
less for that.  Away she went, flying from one to another, screeching
with laughter.  And the servants loved the ball itself better even than
the game.  But they had to take some care how they threw her, for if
she received an upward direction, she would never come down again
without being fetched.

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           Chapter 5. -- What Is to Be Done?

But above-stairs it was different.  One day, for instance, after
breakfast, the king went into his counting-house, and counted out his
money.

The operation gave him no pleasure.

``To think,'' said he to himself, ``that every one of these gold
sovereigns weighs a quarter of an once, and my real, live,
flesh-and-blood princess weighs nothing at all!''

And he hated his gold sovereigns, as they lay with a broad smile of
self-satisfaction all over their yellow faces.

The queen was in the parlour, eating bread and honey.  But at the
second mouthful she burst out crying, and could not swallow it.

The king heard her sobbing.  Glad of anybody, but especially of his
queen, to quarrel with, he clashed his gold sovereigns into his
money-box, clapped his crown on his head, and rushed into the parlour.

``What is all this about?'' exclaimed he.  ``What are you crying for,
queen?''

``I can't eat it,'' said the queen, looking ruefully at the honey-pot.

``No wonder!'' retorted the king.  ``You've just eaten your breakfast --
two turkey eggs, and three anchovies.''

``Oh, that's not it!'' sobbed her Majesty.  ``It's my child, my
child!''

``Well, what's the matter with your child?  She's neither up the
chimney nor down the draw-well.  Just hear her laughing.''

Yet the king could not help a sigh, which he tried to turn into a
cough, saying: --

``It is a good thing to be light-hearted, I am sure, whether she be
ours or not.''

``It is a bad thing to be light-headed,'' answered the queen, looking,
with prophetic soul, far into the future.

``'Tis a good thing to be light-handed,'' said the king.

``'Tis a bad thing to be light-fingered,'' answered the queen.

``'Tis a good thing to be light-footed,'' said the king.

``'Tis a bad thing --'' began the queen; but the king interrupted her.

``In fact,'' said he, with the tone of one who concludes an argument in
which he has had only imaginary opponents, and in which, therefore, he
has come off triumphant -- ``in fact, it is a good thing altogether to
be light-bodied.''

``But it is a bad thing altogether to be light-minded,'' retorted the
queen, who was beginning to lose her temper.

This last answer quite discomfited his Majesty, who turned on his heel,
and betook himself to his counting house again.  But he was not
half-way towards it, when the voice of his queen overtook him.

``And it's a bad thing to be light-haired,'' screamed she, determined
to have more last words, now that her spirit was roused.

The queen's hair was black as night; and the king's had been, and his
daughter's was, golden as morning.  But it was not this reflection on
his hair that arrested him; it was the double use of the work _light_.
For the king hated all witticisms, and punning especially.  And
besides, he could not tell whether the queen meant light-_haired_ or
light-_heired_; for why might she not aspirate her vowels when she was
ex-asperated herself?

He turned upon his other heel, and rejoined her.  She looked angry
still, because she knew that she was guilty, or, what was much the
same, knew that he thought so.

``My dear queen,'' said he, ``duplicity of any sort is exceedingly
objectionable between married people of any rank, not to say kings and
queens; and the most objectionable form duplicity can assume is that of
punning.''

``There!'' said the queen, ``I never made a jest, but I broke it in the
making.  I am the most unfortunate woman in the world!''

She looked so rueful, that the king took her in his arms; and they sat
down to consult.

``Can you bear this?'' said the king.

``No, I can't,'' said the queen.

``Well, what's to be done?'' said the king.

``I'm sure I don't know,'' said the queen.  ``But might you not try an
apology?''

``To my old sister, I suppose you mean?'' said the king.

``Yes,'' said the queen.

``Well, I don't mind,'' said the king.

So he went the next morning to the house of the princess, and, making a
very humble apology, begged her to undo the spell.  But the princess
declared, with a grave face, that she knew nothing at all about it.
Her eyes, however, shone pink, which was a sign that she was happy.
She advised the king and queen to have patience, and to mend their
ways.  The king returned disconsolate.  The queen tried to comfort him.

``We will wait till she is older.  She may then be able to suggest
something herself.  She will know at least how she feels, and explain
things to us.''

``But what if she should marry?'' exclaimed the king, in sudden
consternation at the idea.

``Well, what of that?'' rejoined the queen.

``Just think!  If she were to have children!  In the course of a
hundred years the air might be as full of floating children as of
gossamers in autumn.''

``That is no business of ours,'' replied the queen.  ``Besides, by that
time they will have learned to take care of themselves.''

A sigh was the king's only answer.

He would have consulted the court physicians; but he was afraid they
would try experiments upon her.

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           Chapter 6. -- She Laughs Too Much.

Meantime, notwithstanding awkward occurrences, and griefs that she
brought upon her parents, the little princess laughed and grew -- not
fat, but plump and tall.  She reached the age of seventeen, without
having fallen into any worse scrape than a chimney; by rescuing her
from which, a little bird-nesting urchin got fame and a black face.
Nor, thoughtless as she was, had she committed anything worse than
laughter at everybody and everything that came in her way.  When she
was told, for the sake of experiment, that General Clanrunfort was cut
to pieces with all his troops, she laughed; when she heard that the
enemy was on his way to besiege her papa's capital, she laughed hugely;
but when she was told that the city would certainly be abandoned to the
mercy of the enemy's soldiery -- why, then she laughed immoderately.
These were merely reports generated for the sake of experiment.  She
never could be brought to see the serious side of anything.  When her
mother cried, she said, --

``What queer faces mamma makes!  And she squeezes water out of her
cheeks?  Funny mamma!''

And when her papa stormed at her, she laughed, and danced round and
round him, clapping her hands, and crying --

``Do it again, papa.  Do it again!  It's such fun!  Dear, funny papa!''

And if he tried to catch her, she glided from him in an instant, not in
the least afraid of him, but thinking it part of the game not to be
caught.  With one push of her foot, she would be floating in the air
above his head; or she would go dancing backwards and forwards and
sideways, like a great butterfly.  It happened several times, when her
father and mother were holding a consultation about her in private,
that they were interrupted by vainly repressed outbursts of laughter
over their heads; and looking up with indignation, saw her floating at
full length in the air above them, whence she regarded them with the
most comical appreciation of the position.

One day an awkward accident happened.  The princess had come out upon
the lawn with one of her attendants, who held her by the hand.  Spying
her father at the other side of the lawn, she snatched her hand from
the maid's, and sped across to him.  Now when she wanted to run along,
her custom was to catch up a stone in each hand, so that she might come
down again after a bound.  Whatever she wore as part of her attire had
no effect in this way: even gold, when it thus became as it were a part
of herself, lost all its weight for the time.  But whatever she only
held in her hands retained its downward tendency.  On this occasion she
could see nothing to catch up but a huge toad, that was walking across
the lawn as if he had a hundred years to do it in.  Not knowing what
disgust meant, for this was one of her peculiarities, she snatched up
the toad and bounded away.  She had almost reached her father, and he
was holding out his arms to receive her, and take from her lips the
kiss which hovered on them like a butterfly on a rosebud, when a puff
of wind blew her aside into the arms of a young page, who had just been
receiving a message from his Majesty.  Now it was no great peculiarity
in the princess that, once she was set agoing, it always cost her time
and trouble to check herself.  On this occasion there was no time.  She
_must_ kiss -- and she kissed the page.  She did not mind it much; for
she had no shyness in her composition; and she knew, besides, that she
could not help it.  So she only laughed, like a musical box.  The poor
page fared the worst.  For the princess, trying to correct the
unfortunate tendency of the kiss, put out her hands to keep her off the
page; so that, along with the kiss, he received, on the other cheek, a
slap with the huge black toad, which she poked right into his eye.  He
tried to laugh, too, but the attempt resulted in such an odd contortion
of countenance, as showed that there was no danger of his pluming
himself on the kiss.  Indeed, it is not safe to be kissed by
princesses.  As for the king, his dignity was greatly hurt, and he did
not speak to the page for a whole month.

I may here remark that it was very amusing to see her run, if her mode
of progression could properly be called running.  For first she would
make a bound; then, having alighted, she would run a few steps, and
make another bound.  Sometimes she would fancy she had reached the
ground before she actually had, and her feet would go backwards and
forwards, running upon nothing at all, like those of a chicken on its
back.  Then she would laugh like the very spirit of fun; only in her
laugh there was something missing.  What it was, I find myself unable
to describe.  I think it was a certain tone, depending upon the
possibility of sorrow -- _morbidezza_, perhaps.  She never smiled.

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           Chapter 7. -- Try Metaphysics.

After a long avoidance of the painful subject, the king and queen
resolved to hold a council of three upon it; and so they sent for the
princess.  In she came, sliding and flitting and gliding from one piece
of furniture to another, and put herself at last in an armchair, in a
sitting posture.  Whether she could be said _to sit_, seeing she
received no support from the seat of the chair, I do not pretend to
determine.

``My dear child,'' said the king, ``you must be aware by this time that
you are not exactly like other people.''

``Oh, you dear funny papa!  I have got a nose, and two eyes, and all
the rest.  So have you.  So has mamma.''

``Now be serious, my dear, for once,'' said the queen.

``No, thank you, mamma; I had rather not.''

``Would you not like to be able to walk like other people?'' said the
king.

``No indeed, I should think not.  You only crawl.  You are such slow
coaches!''

``How do you feel, my child?'' he resumed, after a pause of
discomfiture.

``Quite well, thank you.''

``I mean, what do you feel like?''

``Like nothing at all, that I know of.''

``You must feel like something.''

``I feel like a princess with such a funny papa, and such a dear pet of
a queen-mamma!''

``Now really!'' began the queen; but the princess interrupted her.

``Oh, yes,'' she added, ``I remember.  I have a curious feeling
sometimes, as if I were the only person that had any sense in the whole
world.''

She had been trying to behave herself with dignity; but now she burst
into a violent fit of laughter, threw herself backwards over the chair,
and went rolling about the floor in an ecstasy of enjoyment.  The king
picked her up easier than one does a down quilt, and replaced her in
her former relation to the chair.  The exact preposition expressing
this relation I do not happen to know.

``Is there nothing you wish for?'' resumed the king, who had learned by
this time that it was useless to be angry with her.

``Oh, you dear papa! -- yes,'' answered she.

``What is it, my darling?''

``I have been longing for it -- oh, such a time! -- ever since last
night.''

``Tell me what it is.''

``Will you promise to let me have it?''

The king was on the point of saying _Yes_, but the wiser queen checked
him with a single motion of her head.

``Tell me what it is first,'' said he.

``No, no.  Promise first.''

``I dare not.  What is it?''

``Mind, I hold you to your promise. -- It is -- to be tied to the end
of a string -- a very long string indeed, and be flown like a kite.
Oh, such fun!  I would rain rose-water, and hail sugar-plums, and snow
whipped-cream, and -- and -- and --''

A fit of laughing checked her; and she would have been off again over
the floor, had not the king started up and caught her just in time.
Seeing nothing but talk could be got out of her, he rang the bell, and
sent her away with two of her ladies-in-waiting.

``Now, queen,'' he said, turning to her Majesty, ``what _is_ to be
done?''

``There is but one thing left,'' answered she.  ``Let us consult the
college of Metaphysicians.''

``Bravo!'' cried the king; ``we will.''

Now at the head of this college were two very wise Chinese philosophers --
by name Hum-Drum, and Kopy-Keck.  For them the king sent; and
straightway they came.  In a long speech he communicated to them what
they knew very well already -- as who did not? -- namely, the peculiar
condition of his daughter in relation to the globe on which she dwelt;
and requested them to consult together as to what might be the cause
and probable cure of her _infirmity_.  The king laid stress upon the
word, but failed to discover his own pun.  The queen laughed; but
Hum-Drum and Kopy-Keck heard with humility and retired in silence.

The consultation consisted chiefly in propounding and supporting, for
the thousandth time, each his favourite theories.  For the condition of
the princess afforded delightful scope for the discussion of every
question arising from the division of thought -- in fact, of all the
Metaphysics of the Chinese Empire.  But it is only justice to say that
they did not altogether neglect the discussion of the practical
question, _what was to be done_.

Hum-Drum was a Materialist, and Kopy-Keck was a Spiritualist.  The
former was slow and sententious; the latter was quick and flighty; the
latter had generally the first word; the former the last.

``I reassert my former assertion,'' began Kopy-Keck, with a plunge.
``There is not a fault in the princess, body or soul; only they are
wrong put together.  Listen to me now, Hum-Drum, and I will tell you in
brief what I think.  Don't speak.  Don't answer me.  I _won't_ hear you
till I have done.  -- At that decisive moment, when souls seek their
appointed habitations, two eager souls met, struck, rebounded, lost
their way, and arrived each at the wrong place.  The soul of the
princess was one of those, and she went far astray.  She does not
belong by rights to this world at all, but to some other planet,
probably Mercury.  Her proclivity to her true sphere destroys all the
natural influence which this orb would otherwise possess over her
corporeal frame.  She cares for nothing here.  There is no relation
between her and this world.''

``She must therefore be taught, by the sternest compulsion, to take an
interest in the earth as the earth.  She must study every department of
its history -- its animal history; its vegetable history; its mineral
history; its social history; its moral history; its political history;
its scientific history; its literary history; its musical history; its
artistical history; above all, its metaphysical history.  She must
begin with the Chinese dynasty and end with Japan.  But first of all
she must study geology, and especially the history of the extinct races
of animals -- their natures, their habits, their loves, their hates,
their revenges.  She must ----''

``Hold, h-o-o-old!'' roared Hum-Drum.  ``It is certainly my turn now.
My rooted and insubvertible conviction is, that the causes of the
anomalies evident in the princess's condition are strictly and solely
physical.  But that is only tantamount to acknowledging that they
exist.  Hear my opinion.  -- From some cause or other, of no importance
to our inquiry, the motion of her heart has been reversed.  That
remarkable combination of the suction and the force-pump works the
wrong way -- I mean in the case of the unfortunate princess; it draws
in where it should force out, and forces out where it should draw in.
The offices of the auricles and the ventricles are subverted.  The
blood is sent forth by the veins, and returns by the arteries.
Consequently it is running the wrong way through all her corporeal
organism -- lungs and all.  Is it then at all mysterious, seeing that
such is the case, that on the other particular of gravitation as well,
she should differ from normal humanity?  My proposal for the cure is
this: --''

``Phlebotomize until she is reduced to the last point of safety.  Let
it be effected, if necessary, in a warm bath.  When she is reduced to a
state of perfect asphyxy, apply a ligature to the left ankle, drawing
it as tight as the bone will bear.  Apply, at the same moment, another
of equal tension around the right wrist.  By means of plates
constructed for the purpose, place the other foot and hand under the
receivers of two air-pumps.  Exhaust the receivers.  Exhibit a pint of
French brandy, and await the result.''

``Which would presently arrive in the form of grim Death,'' said
Kopy-Keck.

``If it should, she would yet die in doing our duty,'' retorted
Hum-Drum.

But their Majesties had too much tenderness for their volatile
offspring to subject her to either of the schemes of the equally
unscrupulous philosophers.  Indeed, the most complete knowledge of the
laws of nature would have been unserviceable in her case; for it was
impossible to classify her.  She was a fifth imponderable body, sharing
all the other properties of the ponderable.

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           Chapter 8. -- Try a Drop of Water.

Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in
love.  But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything
is a difficulty -- perhaps _the_ difficulty.

As for her own feelings on the subject, she did not even know that
there was such a beehive of honey and stings to be fallen into.  But
now I come to mention another curious fact about her.

The palace was built on the shores of the loveliest lake in the world;
and the princess loved this lake more than father or mother.  The root
of this preference no doubt, although the princess did not recognise it
as such, was, that the moment she got into it, she recovered the
natural right of which she had been so wickedly deprived -- namely,
gravity.  Whether this was owing to the fact that water had been
employed as the means of conveying the injury, I do not know.  But it
is certain that she could swim and dive like the duck that her old
nurse said she was.  The manner in which this alleviation of her
misfortune was discovered was as follows:

One summer evening, during the carnival of the country, she had been
taken upon the lake by the king and queen, in the royal barge.  They
were accompanied by many of the courtiers in a fleet of little boats.
In the middle of the lake she wanted to get in to the lord chancellor's
barge, for his daughter, who was a great favourite with her, was in it
with her father.  Now though the old king rarely condescended to make
light of his misfortune, yet, happening on this occasion to be in a
particularly good humour, as the barges approached each other, he
caught up the princess to throw her into the chancellor's barge.  He
lost his balance, however, and, dropping into the bottom of the barge,
lost his hold of his daughter; not, however, before imparting to her
the downward tendency of his own person, though in a somewhat different
direction; for as the king fell into the boat, she fell into the water.
With a burst of delighted laughter she disappeared in the lake.  A cry
of horror ascended from the boats.  They had never seen the princess go
down before.  Half the men were under water in a moment; but they had
all, one after another, come up to the surface again for breath, when --
tinkle, tinkle, babble, and gush! came the princess's laugh over the
water from far away.  There she was, swimming like a swan.  Nor would
she come out for king or queen, chancellor or daughter.  She was
perfectly obstinate.

But at the same time she seemed more sedate than usual.  Perhaps that
was because a great pleasure spoils laughing.  At all events, after
this, the passion of her life was to get into the water, and she was
always the better behaved and the more beautiful the more she had of
it.  Summer and winter it was quite the same; only she could not stay
so long in the water when they had to break the ice to let her in.  Any
day, from morning till evening in summer, she might be descried -- a
streak of white in the blue water -- lying as still as the shadow of a
cloud, or shooting along like a dolphin; disappearing, and coming up
again far off, just where one did not expect her.  She would have been
in the lake of a night, too, if she could have had her way; for the
balcony of her window overhung a deep pool in it; and through a shallow
reedy passage she could have swum out into the wide wet water, and no
one would have been any the wiser.  Indeed, when she happened to wake
in the moonlight she could hardly resist the temptation.  But there was
the sad difficulty of getting into it.  She had as great a dread of the
air as some children have of the water.  For the slightest gust might
arise in the stillest moment.  And if she gave herself a push towards
the water and just failed of reaching it, her situation would be
dreadfully awkward, irrespective of the wind; for at best there she
would have to remain, suspended in her nightgown, till she was seen and
angled for by someone from the window.

``Oh! if I had my gravity,'' thought she, contemplating the water, ``I
would flash off this balcony like a long white sea-bird, headlong into
the darling wetness.  Heigh-ho!''

This was the only consideration that made her wish to be like other
people.

Another reason for her being fond of the water was that in it alone she
enjoyed any freedom.  For she could not walk without a _cortège_,
consisting in part of a troop of light horse, for fear of the liberties
which the wind might take with her.  And the king grew more
apprehensive with increasing years, till at last he would not allow her
to walk abroad at all without some twenty silken cords fastened to as
many parts of her dress, and held by twenty noblemen.  Of course
horseback was out of the question.  But she bade good-by to all this
ceremony when she got into the water.

And so remarkable were its effects upon her, especially in restoring
her for the time to the ordinary human gravity, that Hum-Drum and
Kopy-Keck agreed in recommending the king to bury her alive for three
years; in the hope that, as the water did her so much good, the earth
would do her yet more.  But the king had some vulgar prejudices against
the experiment, and would not give his consent.  Foiled in this, they
yet agreed in another recommendation; which, seeing that one imported
his opinions from China and the other from Thibet, was very remarkable
indeed.  They argued that, if water of external origin and application
could be so efficacious, water from a deeper source might work a
perfect cure; in short, that if the poor afflicted princess could by
any means be made to cry, she might recover her lost gravity.

But how was this to be brought about?  Therein lay all the difficulty --
to meet which the philosophers were not wise enough.  To make the
princess cry was as impossible as to make her weigh.  They sent for a
professional beggar; commanded him to prepare his most touching oracle
of woe; helped him out of the court charade-box, to whatever he wanted
for dressing up, and promised great rewards in the event of his
success.  But it was all in vain.  She listened to the mendicant
artist's story, and gazed at his marvelous make-up, till she could
contain herself no longer, and went into the most undignified
contortions for relief, shrieking, positively screeching with laughter.

When she had recovered herself, she ordered her attendants to drive him
away, and not give him a single copper; whereupon his look of mortified
discomfiture wrought her punishment and his revenge, for it sent her
into violent hysterics, from which she was with difficulty recovered.

But so anxious was the king that the suggestion should have a fair
trial, that he put himself in a rage one day, and, rushing up to her
room, gave her an awful whipping.  Yet not a tear would flow.  She
looked grave, and her laughing sounded uncommonly like screaming --
that was all.  The good old tyrant, though he put on his best gold
spectacles to look, could not discover the smallest cloud in the serene
blue of her eyes.

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           Chapter 9. -- Put Me in Again.

It must have been about this time that the son of a king, who lived a
thousand miles form Lagobel, set out to look for the daughter of a
queen.  He travelled far and wide, but as sure as he found a princess,
he found some fault in her.  Of course he could not marry a mere woman,
however beautiful; and there was no princess to be found worthy of him.
Whether the prince was so near perfection that he had a right to demand
perfection itself, I cannot pretend to say.  All I know is, that he was
a fine, handsome, brave, generous, well-bred, and well-behaved youth,
as all princes are.

In his wanderings he had come across some reports about our princess;
but as everybody said she was bewitched, he never dreamed that she
could bewitch him.  For what indeed could a prince do with a princess
that had lost her gravity?  Who could tell what she might not lose
next?  She might lose her visibility, or her tangibility; or, in short,
the power of making impressions upon radical sensorium; so that he
should never be able to tell whether she was dead or alive.  Of course
he made no further inquiries about her.

One day he lost sight of his retinue in a great forest.  These forests
are very useful in delivering princes from their courtiers, like a
sieve that keeps back the bran.  Then the princes get away to follow
their fortunes.  In this way they have the advantage of the princesses,
who are forced to marry before they have had a bit of fun.  I wish our
princesses got lost in a forest sometimes.

One lovely evening, after wandering about for many days, he found that
he was approaching the outskirts of this forest; for the trees had got
so thin that he could see the sunset through them; and he soon came
upon a kind of heath.  Next he came upon signs of human neighborhood;
but by this time it was getting late, and there was nobody in the
fields to direct him.

After travelling for another hour, his horse, quite worn out with long
labour and lack of food, fell, and was unable to rise again.  So he
continued his journey on foot.  At length he entered another wood --
not a wild forest, but a civilized wood, through which a footpath led
him to the side of a lake.  Along this path the prince pursued his way
through the gathering darkness.  Suddenly he paused, and listened.
Strange sounds came across the water.  It was, in fact, the princess
laughing.  Now there was something odd in her laugh, as I have already
hinted; for the hatching of a real hearty laugh requires the incubation
of gravity; and perhaps this was how the prince mistook the laughter
for screaming.  Looking over the lake, he saw something white in the
water; and, in an instant, he had torn off his tunic, kicked off his
sandals, and plunged in.  He soon reached the white object, and found
that it was a woman.  There was not light enough to show that she was a
princess, but quite enough to show that she was a lady, for it does not
want much light to see that.

Now I cannot tell how it came about, -- whether she pretended to be
drowning, or whether he frightened her, or caught her so as to
embarrass her, -- but certainly he brought her to shore in a fashion
ignominious to a swimmer, and more nearly drowned than she had ever
expected to be; for the water had got into her throat as often as she
had tried to speak.

At the place to which he bore her, the bank was only a foot or two
above the water; so he gave her a strong lift out of the water, to lay
her on the bank.  But, her gravitation ceasing the moment she left the
water, away she went up into the air, scolding and screaming.

``You naughty, _naughty_, NAUGHTY, *NAUGHTY* man!''  she cried.

No one had ever succeeded at putting her into a passion before. -- When
the prince saw her ascend, he thought he must have been bewitched, and
have mistaken a great swan for a lady.  But the princess caught hold of
the topmost cone upon a lofty fir.  This came off; but she caught at
another; and, in fact, stopped herself by gathering cones, dropping
them as the stalks gave way.  The prince, meantime, stood in the water,
staring, and forgetting to get out.  But the princess disappearing, he
scrambled on shore, and went in the direction of the tree.  There he
found her climbing down one of the branches towards the stem.  But in
the darkness of the wood, the prince continued in some bewilderment as
to what the phenomenon could be; until, reaching the ground, and seeing
him standing there, she caught hold of him, and said, --

``I'll tell papa.''

``Oh no, you won't!'' returned the prince.

``Yes, I will,'' she persisted.  ``What business had you to pull me
down out of the water, and throw me to the bottom of the air?  I never
did you any harm.''

``Pardon me.  I did not mean to hurt you.''

``I don't believe you have any brains; and that is a worse loss than
your wretched gravity.  I pity you.''

The prince now saw that he had come upon the bewitched princess, and
had already offended her.  But before he could think what to say next,
she burst out angrily, giving a stamp with her foot that would have
sent her aloft again but for the hold she had of his arm, --

``Put me up directly.''

``Put you up where, you beauty?'' asked the prince.

He had fallen in love with her almost, already; for her anger made her
more charming than any one else had ever beheld her; and, as far as he
could see, which certainly was not far, she had not a single fault
about her, except, of course, that she had not any gravity.  No prince,
however, would judge of a princess by weight.  The loveliness of her
foot he would hardly estimate by the depth of the impression it could
make in the mud.

``Put you up where, you beauty?'' asked the prince.

``In the water, you stupid!'' answered the princess.

``Come, then,'' said the prince.

The condition of her dress, increasing her usual difficulty in walking,
compelled her to cling to him; and he could hardly persuade himself
that he was not in a delightful dream, notwithstanding the torrent of
musical abuse with which she overwhelmed him.  The prince being
therefore in no hurry, they came upon the lake at quite another part,
where the bank was twenty-five feet high at least; and when they had
reached the edge, he turned towards the princess, and said, --

``How am I to put you in?''

``That is your business,'' she answered, quite snappishly.  ``You took
me out -- put me in again.''

``Very well,'' said the prince; and, catching her up in his arms, he
sprang with her from the rock.  The princess had just time to give one
delighted shriek of laughter before the water closed over them.  When
they came to the surface, she found that, for a moment or two, she
could not even laugh, for she had gone down with such a rush, that it
was with difficulty she recovered her breath.  The instant they reached
the surface --

``How do you like falling in?'' said the prince.

After some effort the princess panted out, --

``Is that what you call _falling in_?''

``Yes,'' answered the prince, ``I should think it a very tolerable
specimen.''

``It seemed to me like going up,'' rejoined she.

``My feeling was certainly one of elevation too,'' the prince conceded.

The princess did not appear to understand him, for she retorted his
question: --

``How do _you_ like falling in?'' said the princess.

``Beyond everything,'' answered he; ``for I have fallen in with the
only perfect creature I ever saw.''

``No more of that; I am tired of it,'' said the princess.

Perhaps she shared her father's aversion to punning.

``Don't you like falling in then?'' said the prince.

``It is the most delightful fun I ever had in my life,'' answered she.
``I never fell before.  I wish I could learn.  To think I am the only
person in my father's kingdom that can't fall!''

Here the poor princess looked almost sad.

``I should be most happy to fall in with you any time you like,'' said
the prince, devotedly.

``Thank you.  I don't know.  Perhaps it would not be proper.  But I
don't care.  At all events, as we have fallen in, let us have a swim
together.''

``With all my heart,'' responded the prince.

And away they went, swimming, and diving, and floating, until at last
they heard cries along the shore, and saw lights glancing in all
directions.  It was now quite late, and there was no moon.

``I must go home,'' said the princess.  ``I am very sorry, for this is
delightful.''

``So am I,'' returned the prince.  ``But I am glad I haven't a home to
go to -- at least, I don't exactly know where it is.''

``I wish I hadn't one either,'' rejoined the princess; ``it is so
stupid!  I have a great mind,'' she continued, ``to play them all a
trick.  Why couldn't they leave me alone?  They won't trust me in the
lake for a single night! -- You see where that green light is burning?
That is the window of my room.  Now if you would just swim there with
me very quietly, and when we are all but under the balcony, give me
such a push -- _up_ you call it -- as you did a little while ago, I
should be able to catch hold of the balcony, and get in at the window;
and then they may look for me till to-morrow morning!''

``With more obedience than pleasure,'' said the prince, gallantly; and
away they swam, very gently.

``Will you be in the lake to-morrow night?'' the prince ventured to
ask.

``To be sure I will.  I don't think so.  Perhaps,'' was the princess's
somewhat strange answer.

But the prince was intelligent enough not to press her further; and
merely whispered, as he gave her the parting lift, ``Don't tell.''  The
only answer the princess returned was a roguish look.  She was already
a yard above his head.  The look seemed to say, ``Never fear.  It is
too good fun to spoil that way.''

So perfectly like other people had she been in the water, that even yet
the prince could scarcely believe his eyes when he saw her ascend
slowly, grasp the balcony, and disappear through the window.  He
turned, almost expecting to see her still by his side.  But he was
along in the water.  So he swam away quietly, and watched the lights
roving about the shore for hours after the princess was safe in her
chamber.  As soon as they disappeared, he landed in search of his tunic
and sword, and, after some trouble, found them again.  Then he made the
rest of his way round the lake to the other side.  There the wood was
wilder, and the shore steeper -- rising more immediately towards the
mountains which surrounded the lake on all sides, and kept sending it
messages of silvery streams from morning to night, and all night long.
He soon found a spot whence he could see the green light in the
princess's room, and where, even in the broad daylight, he would be in
no danger of being discovered from the opposite shore.  It was a sort
of cave in the rock, where he provided himself a bed of withered
leaves, and lay down too tired for hunger to keep him awake.  All night
long he dreamed that he was swimming with the princess.

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           Chapter 10. -- Look at the Moon.

Early the next morning, the prince set out to look for something to
eat, which he soon found at a forester's hut, where for many following
days he was supplied with all that a brave prince could consider
necessary.  And having plenty to keep him alive for the present, he
would not think of wants not yet in existence.  Whenever Care intruded,
this prince always bowed him out in the most princely manner.

When he returned from his breakfast to his watch-cave, he saw the
princess already floating about in the lake, attended by the king and
queen -- whom he knew by their crowns -- and a great company in lovely
little boats, with canopies of all the colours of the rainbow, and
flags and streamers of a great many more.  It was a very bright day,
and soon the prince, burned up with the heat, began to long for the
cold water and the cool princess.  But he had to endure till twilight;
for the boats had provisions on board, and it was not till the sun went
down that the gay party began to vanish.  Boat after boat drew to the
shore, following that of the king and queen, till only one, apparently
the princess's own boat, remained.  But she did not want to go home
even yet, and the prince thought he saw her order the boat to the shore
without her.  At all events, it rowed away; and now, of all the radiant
company, only one white speck remained.  Then the prince began to sing.

And this is what he sang: --

``Lady fair,
  Swan-white,
  Lift thine eyes,
  Banish night
  By the might
  Of thine eyes.

  Snowy arms,
  Oars of snow,
  Oar her hither,
  Plashing low.
  Soft and slow,
  Oar her hither.

  Stream behind her
  O'er the lake,
  Radiant whiteness!
  In her wake
  following, following for her sake
  Radiant whiteness!

  Cling about her,
  Waters blue;
  Part not from her,
  But renew
  Cold and true
  Kisses round her.

  Lap me round,
  Waters sad
  That have left her
  Make me glad,
  For ye had
  Kissed her ere ye left her.''

Before he had finished his song, the princess was just under the place
where he sat, and looking up to find him.  Her ears had led her truly.

``Would you like a fall, princess?'' said the prince, looking down.

``Ah! there you are!  Yes, if you please, prince,'' said the princess,
looking up.

``How do you know I am a prince, princess?'' said the prince.

``Because you are a very nice young man, prince,'' said the princess.

``Come up then, princess.''

``Fetch me, prince.''

The prince took off his scarf, then his sword belt, then his tunic, and
tied them all together, and let them down, But the line was far too
short.  He unwound his turban, and added it to the rest, when it was
all but long enough; and his purse completed it.  The princess just
managed to lay hold of the knot of money, and was beside him in a
moment.  This rock was much higher than the other, and the splash and
the dive were tremendous.  The princess was in ecstasies of delight,
and their swim was delicious.

Night after night they met, and swam about in the dark clear lake;
where such was the prince's gladness, that (whether the princess's way
of looking at things infected him, or he was actually getting
light-headed) he often fancied that he was swimming in the sky instead
of the lake.  But when he talked about being in heaven, the princess
laughed at him dreadfully.

When the moon came, she brought them fresh pleasure.  Everything looked
strange and new in her light, with an old, withered, yet unfading
newness.  When the moon was nearly full, one of their great delights
was, to dive deep in the water, and then, turning round, look up though
it at the great blot of light close above them, shimmering and
trembling and wavering, spreading and contracting, seeming to melt
away, and again grow solid.  Then they would shoot up through the blot;
and lo! there was the moon, far off, clear and steady and cold, and
very lovely, at the bottom of a deeper and bluer lake than theirs, as
the princess said.

The prince soon found out that while in the water the princess was very
like other people.  And besides this, she was not so forward in her
questions or pert in her replies at sea as on shore.  Neither did she
laugh so much; and when she did laugh, it was more gently.  She seemed
altogether more modest and maidenly in the water than out of it.  But
when the prince, who had really fallen in love when he fell in the
lake, began to talk to her about love, she always turned her head
towards him and laughed.  After a while she began to look puzzled, as
if she were trying to understand what he meant, but could not --
revealing a notion that he meant something.  But as soon as ever she
left the lake, she was so altered, that the prince said to himself,
``If I marry her, I see no help for it: we must turn merman and
mermaid, and go out to sea at once.''

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           Chapter 11. -- Hiss!

The princess's pleasure in the lake had grown to a passion, and she
could scarcely bear to be out of it for an hour.  Imagine then her
consternation, when, diving with the prince one night, a sudden
suspicion seized her that the lake was not so deep as it used to be.
The prince could not imagine what had happened.  She shot to the
surface, and without a word, swam at full speed towards the higher side
of the lake.  He followed, begging to know if she was ill, or what was
the matter.  She never turned her head, or took the smallest notice of
his question.  Arrived at the shore, she coasted the rocks with minute
inspection.  But she was not able to come to a conclusion, for the moon
was very small, and so she could not see well.  She turned therefore
and swam home, without saying a word to explain her conduct to the
prince, of whose presence she seemed no longer conscious.  He withdrew
to his cave, in great perplexity and distress.

Next day she made many observations, which, alas! strengthened her
fears.  She saw that the banks were too dry; and that the grass on the
shore, and the trailing plants on the rocks, were withering away.  She
caused marks to be made along the borders, and examined them, day after
day, in all directions of the wind; till at last the horrible idea
became a certain fact -- that the surface of the lake was slowly
sinking.

The poor princess nearly went out of the little mind she had.  It was
awful to see the lake, which she loved more than any living thing, lie
dying before her eyes.  It sank away, slowly vanishing.  The tops of
rocks that had never been seen till now, began to appear far down in
the clear water.  Before long they were dry in the sun.  It was fearful
to think of the mud that would soon lie there baking and festering,
full of lovely creatures dying, and ugly creatures coming to life, like
the unmaking of a world.  And how hot the sun would be without any
lake!  She could not bear to swim in it any more, and began to pine
away.  Her life seemed bound up with it; and ever as the lake sank, she
pined.  People said she would not live an hour after the lake was gone.

But she never cried.

Proclamation was made to all the kingdom, that whosoever should
discover the cause of the lake's decease, would be rewarded after a
princely fashion.  Hum-Drum and Kopy-Keck applied themselves to the
physics and metaphysics; but in vain.  Not even they could suggest a
cause.

Now the fact was that the old princess was at the root of the mischief.
When she heard that her niece found more pleasure in the water than any
one else out of it, she went into a rage, and cursed herself for her
want of foresight.

``But,'' said she, ``I will soon set all right.  The king and the
people shall die of thirst; their brains shall boil and frizzle in the
skulls before I will lose my revenge.''

And she laughed a ferocious laugh, that made the hairs on the back of
her black cat stand erect with terror.

Then she went to an old chest in the room, and opening it, took out
what looked like a piece of dried seaweed.  This she threw into a tub
of water.  Then she threw some powder into the water, and stirred it
with her bare arm, muttering over it words of hideous sound, and yet
more hideous import.  Then she set the tub aside, and took from the
chest a huge bunch of a hundred rusty keys, that clattered in her
shaking hands.  Then she sat down and proceeded to oil them all.
Before she had finished, out from the tub, the water of which had kept
on a slow motion ever since she had ceased stirring it, came the head
and half the body of a huge gray snake.  But the witch did not look
round.  It grew out of the tub, waving itself backwards and forwards
with a slow horizontal motion, till it reached the princess, when it
laid its head upon her shoulder, and gave a low hiss in her ear.  She
started -- but with joy; and seeing the head resting on her shoulder,
drew it towards her and kissed it.  Then she drew it all out of the
tub, and wound it round her body.  It was one of those dreadful
creatures which few have ever beheld -- the White Snakes of Darkness.

Then she took the keys and went down to her cellar; and as she unlocked
the door she said to herself, -- ``This _is_ worth living for!''

Locking the door behind her, she descended a few steps into the cellar,
and crossing it, unlocked another door into a dark, narrow passage.
She locked this also behind her, and descended a few more steps.  If
any one had followed the witch-princess, he would have heard her unlock
exactly one hundred doors, and descend a few steps after unlocking
each.  When she had unlocked the last, she entered a vast cave, the
roof of which was supported by huge natural pillars of rock.  Now this
roof was the under side of the bottom of the lake.

She then untwined the snake from her body, and held it by the tail high
above her.  The hideous creature stretched up its head towards the roof
of the cavern, which it was just able to reach.  It then began to move
its head backwards and forwards, with a slow oscillating motion, as if
looking for something.  At the same moment the witch began to walk
round and round the cavern, coming nearer to the centre every circuit;
while the head of the snake described the same path over the roof that
she did over the floor, for she kept holding it up.  And still it kept
slowly oscillating.  Round and round the cavern they went, ever
lessening the circuit, till at last the snake made a sudden dart, and
clung to the roof with its mouth.

``That's right, my beauty!'' cried the princess; ``drain it dry.''

She let it go, left it hanging, and sat down on a great stone, with her
black cat, which had followed her all round the cave, by her side.
Then she began to knit and mutter awful words.  The snake hung like a
huge leech, sucking at the stone; the cat stood with his back arched,
and his tail like a piece of cable, looking up at the snake, and the
old woman sat and knitted and muttered.  Seven days and seven nights
they remained thus; when suddenly the serpent dropped form the root as
if exhausted, and shrivelled up till it was again like a piece of dried
seaweed.  The witch started to her feet, picked it up, put it in her
pocket, and looked up at the roof.  One drop of water was trembling on
the spot where the snake had been sucking.  As soon as she saw that,
she turned and fled, followed by her cat.  Shutting the door in a
terrible hurry, she locked it, and having muttered some frightful
words, sped to the next, which also she locked and muttered over; and
so with all the hundred doors, till she arrived in her own cellar.
Then she sat down on the floor ready to faint, but listening with
malicious delight to the rushing of the water, which she could hear
distinctly through all the hundred doors.

But this was not enough.  Now that she had tasted revenge, she lost her
patience.  Without further measures, the lake would be too long in
disappearing.  So the next night, with the last shred of the dying old
moon rising, she took some of the water in which she had revived the
snake, put it in a bottle, and set out, accompanied by her cat.  Before
morning she had made the entire circuit of the lake, muttering fearful
words as she crossed every stream, and casting into it some of the
water out of her bottle.  When she had finished the circuit she
muttered yet again, and flung a handful of water towards the moon.
Thereupon every spring in the country ceased to throb and bubble, dying
away like the pulse of a dying man.  The next day there was no sound of
falling water to be heard along the borders of the lake.  The very
courses were dry; and the mountains showed no slivery streaks down
their dark sides.  And not alone had the fountains of mother Earth
ceased to flow; for all the babies throughout the country were crying
dreadfully -- only without tears.

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           Chapter 12. -- Where Is the Prince?

Never since the night when the princess left him so abruptly had the
prince had a single interview with her.  He had seen her once or twice
in the lake, but as far as he could discover, she had not been in it
any more at night.  He had sat and sung, and looked in vain for his
Nereid; while she, like a true Nereid, was wasting away with her lake,
sinking as it sank, withering as it dried.  When at length he
discovered the change that was taking place in the level of the water,
he was in great alarm and perplexity.  He could not tell whether the
lake was dying because the lady had forsaken it; or whether the lady
would not come because the lake had begun to sink.  But he resolved to
know so much at least.

He disguised himself, and, going to the palace, requested to see the
lord chamberlain.  His appearance at once gained his request; and the
lord chamberlain, being a man of some insight, perceived that there was
more in the prince's solicitation than met the ear.  He felt likewise
that no one could tell whence a solution of the present difficulties
might arise.  So he granted the prince's prayer to be made shoeblack to
the princess.  It was rather cunning in the prince to request such an
easy post, for the princess could not possibly soil as many shoes as
other princesses.

He soon learned all that could be told about the princess.  He went
nearly distracted; but after roaming about the lake for days, and
diving in every depth that remained, all that he could do was to put an
extra polish on the dainty pair of boots that was never called for.

For the princess kept her room, with the curtains drawn to shut it out
of her mind for a moment.  it haunted her imagination so that she felt
as if the lake were her soul, drying up within her, first to mud, then
to madness and death.  She thus brooded over the change, with all its
dreadful accompaniments, till she was nearly distracted.  As for the
prince, she had forgotten him.  However much she had enjoyed his
company in the water, she did not care for him without it.  But she
seemed to have forgotten her father and mother too.

The lake went on sinking.  Small slimy spots began to appear, which
glittered steadily amidst the changeful shine of the water.  These grew
to broad patches of mud, which widened and spread, which rocks here and
there, and floundering fishes and crawling eels swarming.  The people
went everywhere catching these, and looking for anything that might
have dropped form the royal boats.

At length the lake was all but gone, only a few of the deepest pools
remaining unexhausted.

It happened one day that a party of youngsters found themselves on the
brink of one of these pools in the very centre of the lake.  It was a
rocky basin of considerable depth.  Looking in, they saw at the bottom
something that shone yellow in the sun.  A little boy jumped in and
dived for it.  It was a plate of gold covered with writing.  They
carried it to the king.  On one side of it stood these words: --

 ``Death alone from death can save.
   Love is death, and so is brave --
   Love can fill the deepest grave.
   Love loves on beneath the wave.''

Now this was enigmatical enough to the king and courtiers.  But the
reverse of the plate explained it a little.  Its writing amounted to
this: --

``If the lake should disappear, they must find the hole through which
the water ran.  But it would be useless to try to stop it by any
ordinary means.  There was but one effectual mode. -- The body of a
living man could alone stanch the flow.  The man must give himself of
his own will; and the lake must take his life as it filled.  Otherwise
the offering would be of no avail.  If the nation could not provide one
hero, it was time it should perish.''

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           Chapter 13. -- Here I Am.

This was a very disheartening revelation to the king -- not that he was
unwilling to sacrifice a subject, but that he was hopeless of finding a
man willing to sacrifice himself.  No time was to be lost, however, for
the princess was lying motionless on her bed, and taking no nourishment
but lake-water, which was now none of the best.  Therefore the king
caused the contents of the wonderful plate of gold to be published
throughout the country.

No one, however, came forward.

The prince, having gone several days' journey into the forest, to
consult a hermit whom he had met there on his way to Lagobel, knew
nothing of the oracle till his return.

When he had acquainted himself with all the particulars, he sat down
and thought, --

``She will die if I don't do it, and life would be nothing to me
without her; so I shall lose nothing by doing it.  And life will be as
pleasant to her as ever, for she will soon forget me.  And there will
be so much more beauty and happiness in the world! -- To be sure, I
shall not see it.''  (Here the poor prince gave a sigh.)  ``How lovely
the lake will be in the moonlight, with that glorious creature sporting
in it like a wild goddess! -- It is rather hard to be drowned by
inches, though.  Let me see -- that will be seventy inches of me to
drown.''  (Here he tried to laugh, but could not.)  ``The longer the
better, however,'' he resumed: ``for can I not bargain that the
princess shall be beside me all the time?  So I shall see her once
more, kiss her perhaps, -- who knows? and die looking in her eyes.  It
will be no death.  At least, I shall not feel it.  And to see the lake
filling for the beauty again! -- All right!  I am ready.''

He kissed the princess's boot, laid it down, and hurried to the king's
apartment.  But feeling, as he went, that anything sentimental would be
disagreeable, he resolved to carry off the whole affair with
nonchalance.  So he knocked at the door of the king's counting-house,
where it was all but a capital crime to disturb him.

When the king heard the knock he started up, and opened the door in a
rage.  Seeing only the shoeblack, he drew his sword.  This, I am sorry
to say, was his usual mode of asserting his regality when he thought
his dignity was in danger.  But the prince was not in the least
alarmed.

``Please your Majesty, I'm your butler,'' said he.

``My butler! you lying rascal!  What do you mean?''

``I mean, I will cork your big bottle.''

``Is the fellow mad?'' bawled the king, raising the point of this
sword.

``I will put a stopper -- plug -- what you call it, in your leaky lake,
grand monarch,'' said the prince.

The king was in such a rage that before he could speak he had time to
cool, and to reflect that it would be great waste to kill the only man
who was willing to be useful in the present emergency, seeing that in
the end the insolent fellow would be as dead as if he had died by his
Majesty's own hand.

``Oh!'' said he at last, putting up his sword with difficulty, it was
so long; ``I am obliged to you, you young fool!  Take a glass of
wine?''

``No, thank you,'' replied the prince.

``Very well,'' said the king.  ``Would you like to run and see your
parents before you make your experiment?''

``No, thank you,'' said the prince.

``Then we will go and look for the hole at once,'' said his Majesty,
and proceeded to call some attendants.

``Stop, please your Majesty; I have a condition to make,'' interposed
the prince.

``What!'' exclaimed the king, ``a condition! and with me!  How dare
you?''

``As you please,'' returned the prince, coolly.  ``I wish your Majesty
a good morning.''

``You wretch!  I will have you put in a sack, and stuck in the hole.''

``Very well, your Majesty,'' replied the prince, becoming a little more
respectful, lest the wrath of the king should deprive him of the
pleasure of dying for the princess.  ``But what good will that do your
Majesty?  Please to remember that the oracle says the victim must offer
himself.''

``Well, you _have_ offered yourself,'' retorted the king.

``Yes, upon one condition.''

``Condition again!'' roared the king, once more drawing his sword.
``Begone!  Somebody else will be glad enough to take the honour off
your shoulders.''

``Your Majesty knows it will not be easy to get another to take my
place.''

``Well, what is your condition?'' growled the king, feeling that the
prince was right.

``Only this,'' replied the prince: ``that, as I must on no account die
before I am fairly drowned, and the waiting will be rather wearisome,
the princess, your daughter, shall go with me, feed me with her own
hands, and look at me now and then to comfort me; for you must confess
it _is_ rather hard.  As soon as the water is up to my eyes, she may go
and be happy, and forget her poor shoeblack.''

Here the prince's voice faltered, and he very nearly grew sentimental,
in spite of his resolution.

``Why didn't you tell me before what you condition was?  Such a fuss
about nothing!'' exclaimed the king.

``Do you grant it?'' persisted the prince.

``Of course I do,'' replied the king.

``Very well, I am ready.''

``Go and have some dinner, then, while I set my people to find the
place.''

The king ordered out his guards, and gave directions to the officers to
find the hole in the lake at once.  So the bed of the lake was marked
out in divisions and thoroughly examined, and in an hour or so the hole
was discovered.  It was in the middle of a stone, near the centre of
the lake, in the very pool where the golden plate had been found.  It
was a three-cornered hole of no great size.  There was water all round
the stone, but very little was flowing through the hole.

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           Chapter 14. -- This Is Very Kind of You.

The prince went to dress for the occasion, for he was resolved to die
like a prince.

When the princess heard that a man had offered to die for her, she was
so transported that she jumped off the bed, feeble as she was, and
danced about the room for joy.  She did not care who the man was; that
was nothing to her.  The hole wanted stopping; and if only a man would
do, why, take one.  In an hour or two more everything was ready.  Her
maid dressed her in haste, and they carried her to the side of the
lake.  When she saw it she shrieked, and covered her face with her
hands.  They bore her across to the stone where they had already placed
a little boat for her.

The water was not deep enough to float it, but they hoped it would be,
before long.  They laid her on cushions, placed in the boat wines and
fruits and other nice things, and stretched a canopy over all.

In a few minutes the prince appeared.  The princess recognized him at
once, but did not think it worth while to acknowledge him.

``Here I am,'' said the prince.  ``Put me in.''

``They told me it was a shoeblack,'' said the princess.

``So I am,'' said the prince.  ``I blacked your little boots three
times a day, because they were all I could get of you.  Put me in.''

The courtiers did not resent his bluntness, except by saying to each
other that he was taking it out in impudence.

But how was he to be put in?  The golden plate contained no
instructions on this point.  The prince looked at the hole, and saw but
one way.  He put both his legs into it, sitting on the stone, and,
stooping forward, covered the corner that remained open with his two
hands.  In this uncomfortable position he resolved to abide his fate,
and turning to the people, said, --

``Now you can go.''

The king had already gone home to dinner.

``Now you can go,'' repeated the princess after him, like a parrot.

The people obeyed her and went.

Presently a little wave flowed over the stone, and wetted one of the
prince's knees.  But he did not mind it much.  He began to sing, and
the song he sang was this: --

``As a world that has no well,
  * Darkly bright in forest dell;
  * As a world without the gleam
  Of the downward-going stream;
  As a world without the glance
  Of the ocean's fair expanse;
  As a world where never rain
  Glittered on the sunny plain; --
  * Such, my heart, thy world would be,
  * If no love did flow in thee.

  As a world without the sound
  * Of the rivulets underground;
  * Or the bubbling of the spring
  Out of darkness wandering;
  Or the mighty rush and flowing
  Of the river's downward going;
  Or the music-showers that drop
  On the outspread beech's top;
  Or the ocean's might voice,
  When his lifted waves rejoice;--
  * Such, my soul, thy world would be,
  * If no love did sing in thee.

  Lady keep thy world's delight;
  * Keep the waters in thy sight.
  * Love hath made me strong to go,
  For thy sake, to realms below,
  Where the water's shine and hum
  Through the darkness never come;
  Let, I pray, one thought of me
  Spring, a little well, in thee;
  * Lest thy loveless soul be found
  * Like a dry and thirsty ground.''

``Sing again, prince.  It makes it less tedious,'' said the princess.

But the prince was too much overcome to sing any more, and a long pause
followed.

``This is very kind of you, prince,'' said the princess at last, quite
coolly, as she lay in the boat with her eyes shut.

``I am sorry I can't return the compliment,'' thought the prince; ``but
you are worth dying for, after all.''

Again a wavelet, and another, and another flowed over the stone, and
wetted both the prince's knees; but he did not speak or move.  Two --
three -- four hours passed in this way, the princess apparently asleep,
and the prince very patient.  But he was much disappointed in his
position, for he had none of the consolation he had hoped for.

At last he could bear it no longer.

``Princess!'' said he.

But at the moment up started the princess, crying, --

``I'm afloat!  I'm afloat!''

And the little boat bumped against the stone.

``Princess!'' repeated the prince, encouraged by seeing her wide awake
and looking eagerly at the water.

``Well?'' said she, without looking round.

``Your papa promised that you should look at me, and you haven't looked
at me once.''

``Did he?  Then I suppose I must.  But I am so sleepy!''

``Sleep then, darling, and don't mind me,'' said the poor prince.

``Really, you are very good,'' replied the princess.  ``I think I will
go to sleep again.''

``Just give me a glass of wine and a biscuit first,'' said the prince,
very humbly.

``With all my heart,'' said the princess, and gaped as she said it.

She got the wine and the biscuit, however, and leaning over the side of
the boat towards him, was compelled to look at him.

``Why, prince,'' she said, ``you don't look well!  Are you sure you
don't mind it?''

``Not a bit,'' answered he, feeling very faint indeed.  ``Only I shall
die before it is of any use to you, unless I have something to eat.''

``There, then,'' said she, holding out the wine to him.

``Ah! you must feed me.  I dare not move my hands.  The water would run
away directly.''

``Good gracious!'' said the princess; and she began at once to feed him
with bits of biscuit and sips of wine.

As she fed him, he contrived to kiss the tips of her fingers now and
then.  She did not seem to mind it, one way or the other.  But the
prince felt better.

``Now for your own sake, princess,'' said he, ``I cannot let you go to
sleep.  You must sit and look at me, else I shall not be able to keep
up.''

``Well, I will do anything I can to oblige you,'' answered she, with
condescension; and, sitting down, she did look at him, and kept looking
at him with wonderful steadiness, considering all things.

The sun went down, and the moon rose, and, gush after gush, the waters
were rising up the prince's body.  They were up to his waist now.

``Why can't we go and have a swim?'' said the princess.  ``There seems
to be water enough just about here.''

``I shall never swim more,'' said the prince.

``Oh, I forgot,'' said the princess, and was silent.

So the water grew and grew, and rose up and up on the prince.  And the
princess sat and looked at him.  She fed him now and then.  The night
wore on.  The waters rose and rose.  The moon rose likewise higher and
higher, and shone full on the face of the dying prince.  The water was
up to his neck.

``Will you kiss me, princess?'' said he, feebly.

The nonchalance was all gone now.

``Yes, I will,'' answered the princess, and kissed him with a long,
sweet, cold kiss.

``Now,'' said he, with a sigh of content, ``I die happy.''

He did not speak again.  The princess gave him some wine for the last
time: he was past eating.  Then she sat down again, and looked at him.
The water rose and rose.  It touched his chin.  It touched his lower
lip.  It touched between his lips.  He shut them hard to keep it out.
The princess began to feel strange.  It touched his upper lip.  He
breathed through his nostrils.  The princess looked wild.  It covered
his nostrils.  Her eyes looked scared, and shone strange in the
moonlight.  His head fell back; the water closed over it, and the
bubbles of his last breath bubbled up through the water.  The princess
gave a shriek, and sprang into the lake.

She laid hold first of one leg, and then of the other, and pulled and
tugged, but she could not move either.  She stopped to take breath, and
that made her think that he could not get any breath.  She was frantic.
She got hold of him, and held his head above the water, which was
possible now his hands were no longer on the hole.  But it was of no
use, for he was past breathing.

Love and water brought back all her strength.  She got under the water,
and pulled and pulled with her whole might, till at last she got one
leg out.  The other easily followed.  How she got him into the boat she
never could tell; but when she did, she fainted away.  Coming to
herself, she seized the oars, kept herself steady as best she could,
and rowed and rowed, though she had never rowed before.  Round rocks,
and over shallows, and through mud she rowed, till she got to the
landing-stairs of the palace.  By this time her people were on the
shore, for they had heard her shriek.  She made them carry the prince
to her own room, and lay him in her bed, and light a fire, and send for
the doctors.

``But the lake, your Highness!'' said the chamberlain, who, roused by
the noise, came in, in his nightcap.

``Go and drown yourself in it!'' she said.

This was the last rudeness of which the princess was ever guilty; and
one must allow that she had good cause to feel provoked with the lord
chamberlain.

Had it been the king himself, he would have fared no better.  But both
he and the queen were fast asleep.  And the chamberlain went back to
his bed.  Somehow, the doctors never came.  So the princess and her old
nurse were left with the prince.  But the old nurse was a wise woman,
and knew what to do.

They tried everything for a long time without success.  The princess
was nearly distracted between hope and fear, but she tried on and on,
one thing after another, and everything over and over again.

At last, when they had all but given it up, just as the sun rose, the
prince opened his eyes.

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           Chapter 15. -- Look at the Rain!

The princess burst into a passion of tears, and _fell_ on the floor.
There she lay for an hour, and her tears never ceased.  All the pent-up
crying of her life was spent now.  And a rain came on, such as had
never been seen in that country.  The sun shone all the time, and the
great drops, which fell straight to the earth, shone likewise.  The
palace was in the heart of a rainbow.  It was a rain of rubies, and
sapphires, and emeralds, and topazes.  The torrents poured from the
mountains like molten gold; and if it had not been for the
subterraneous outlet, the lake would have overflowed and inundated the
country.  It was full from shore to shore.

But the princess did not heed the lake.  She lay on the floor and wept,
and this rain within doors was far more wonderful than the rain out of
doors.  For when it abated a little, and she proceeded to rise, she
found, to her astonishment, that she could not.  At length, after many
efforts, she succeeded in getting upon her feet.  But she tumbled down
again directly.  Hearing her fall, her old nurse uttered a yell of
delight, and ran to her, screaming, --

``My darling child! she's found her gravity!''

``Oh, that's it! is it?'' said the princess, rubbing her shoulder and
her knee alternately.  ``I consider it very unpleasant.  I feel as if I
should be crushed to pieces.''

``Hurrah!'' cried the prince from the bed.  ``If you've come round,
princess, so have I.  How's the lake?''

``Brimful,'' answered the nurse.

``Then we're all happy.''

``That we are indeed!'' answered the princess, sobbing.

And there was rejoicing all over the country that rainy day.  Even the
babies forgot their past troubles, and danced and crowed amazingly.
And the king told stories, and the queen listened to them.  And he
divided the money in his box, and she the honey in her pot, among all
the children.  And there was such jubilation as was never heard of
before.

Of course the prince and princess were betrothed at once.  But the
princess had to learn to walk, before they could be married with any
propriety.  And this was not so easy at her time of life, for she could
walk no more than a baby.  She was always falling down and hurting
herself.

``Is this the gravity you used to make so much of?'' said she one day
to the prince, as he raised her from the floor.  ``For my part, I was a
great deal more comfortable without it.''

``No, no, that's not it.  This is it,'' replied the prince, as he took
her up, and carried her about like a baby, kissing her all the time.
``This is gravity.''

``That's better,'' said she.  ``I don't mind that so much.''

And she smiled the sweetest, loveliest smile in the prince's face.  And
she gave him one little kiss in return for all his; and he thought them
overpaid, for he was beside himself with delight.  I fear she
complained of her gravity more than once after this, notwithstanding.

It was a long time before she got reconciled to walking.  But the pain
of learning it was quite counterbalanced by two things, either of which
would have been sufficient consolation.  The first was, that the prince
himself was her teacher; and the second, that she could tumble into the
lake as often as she pleased.  Still, she preferred to have the prince
jump in with her; and the splash they made before was nothing to the
splash they made now.

The lake never sank again.  In process of time, it wore the roof of the
cavern quite through, and was twice as deep as before.

The only revenge the princess took upon her aunt was to tread pretty
hard on her gouty toe the next time she saw her.  But she was sorry for
it the very next day, when she heard that the water had undermined her
house, and that it had fallen in the night, burying her in its ruins;
whence no one ever ventured to dig up her body.  There she lies to this
day.

So the prince and princess lived and were happy; and had crowns of
gold, and clothes of cloth, and shoes of leather, and children of boys
and girls, not one of whom was ever known, on the most critical
occasion, to lose the smallest atom of his or her due proportion of
gravity.


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