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the ball she looked everywhere for the gardener’s boy, but she never saw him.

      As they came back, Michael gathered a branch from the wood with the gold-spangled leaves, and now it was the eldest Princess who heard the noise that it made in breaking.

      ‘It is nothing,’ said Lina; ‘only the cry of the owl which roosts in the turrets of the castle.’

      XI

      As soon as she got up she found the branch in her bouquet. When the sisters went down she stayed a little behind and said to the cow-boy: ‘Where does this branch come from?’

      ‘Your Royal Highness knows well enough,’ answered Michael.

      ‘So you have followed us?’

      ‘Yes, Princess.’

      ‘How did you manage it? we never saw you.’

      ‘I hid myself,’ replied the Star Gazer quietly.

      The Princess was silent a moment, and then said:

      ‘You know our secret!—keep it. Here is the reward of your discretion.’ And she flung the boy a purse of gold.

      ‘I do not sell my silence,’ answered Michael, and he went away without picking up the purse.

      For three nights Lina neither saw nor heard anything extraordinary; on the fourth she heard a rustling among the diamond-spangled leaves of the wood. That day there was a branch of the trees in her bouquet.

      She took the Star Gazer aside, and said to him in a harsh voice:

      ‘You know what price my father has promised to pay for our secret?’

      ‘I know, Princess,’ answered Michael.

      ‘Don’t you mean to tell him?’

      ‘That is not my intention.’

      ‘Are you afraid?’

      ‘No, Princess.’

      ‘What makes you so discreet, then?’

      But Michael was silent.

      XII

      Lina’s sisters had seen her talking to the little garden boy, and jeered at her for it.

      ‘What prevents your marrying him?’ asked the eldest, ‘you would become a gardener too; it is a charming profession. You could live in a cottage at the end of the park, and help your husband to draw up water from the well, and when we get up you could bring us our bouquets.’

      The Princess Lina was very angry, and when the Star Gazer presented her bouquet, she received it in a disdainful manner.

      Michael behaved most respectfully. He never raised his eyes to her, but nearly all day she felt him at her side without ever seeing him.

      One day she made up her mind to tell everything to her eldest sister.

      ‘What!’ said she, ‘this rogue knows our secret, and you never told me! I must lose no time in getting rid of him.’

      ‘But how?’

      ‘Why, by having him taken to the tower with the dungeons, of course.’

      For this was the way that in old times beautiful princesses got rid of people who knew too much.

      But the astonishing part of it was that the youngest sister did not seem at all to relish this method of stopping the mouth of the gardener’s boy, who, after all, had said nothing to their father.

      XIII

      It was agreed that the question should be submitted to the other ten sisters. All were on the side of the eldest. Then the youngest sister declared that if they laid a finger on the little garden boy, she would herself go and tell their father the secret of the holes in their shoes.

      At last it was decided that Michael should be put to the test; that they would take him to the ball, and at the end of supper would give him the philtre which was to enchant him like the rest.

      They sent for the Star Gazer, and asked him how he had contrived to learn their secret; but still he remained silent.

      Then, in commanding tones, the eldest sister gave him the order they had agreed upon.

      He only answered:

      ‘I will obey.’

      He had really been present, invisible, at the council of princesses, and had heard all; but he had made up his mind to drink of the philtre, and sacrifice himself to the happiness of her he loved.

      Not wishing, however, to cut a poor figure at the ball by the side of the other dancers, he went at once to the laurels, and said:

      ‘My lovely rose laurel, with the golden rake I have raked thee, with the golden bucket I have watered thee, with a silken towel I have dried thee. Dress me like a prince.’

      A beautiful pink flower appeared. Michael gathered it, and found himself in a moment clothed in velvet, which was as black as the eyes of the little Princess, with a cap to match, a diamond aigrette, and a blossom of the rose laurel in his button-hole.

      Thus dressed, he presented himself that evening before the Duke of Beloeil, and obtained leave to try and discover his daughters’ secret. He looked so distinguished that hardly anyone would have known who he was.

      XIV

      The twelve princesses went upstairs to bed. Michael followed them, and waited behind the open door till they gave the signal for departure.

      This time he did not cross in Lina’s boat. He gave his arm to the eldest sister, danced with each in turn, and was so graceful that everyone was delighted with him. At last the time came for him to dance with the little Princess. She found him the best partner in the world, but he did not dare to speak a single word to her.

      When he was taking her back to her place she said to him in a mocking voice:

      ‘Here you are at the summit of your wishes: you are being treated like a prince.’

      ‘Don’t be afraid,’ replied the Star Gazer gently. ‘You shall never be a gardener’s wife.’

      The little Princess stared at him with a frightened face, and he left her without waiting for an answer.

      When the satin slippers were worn through the fiddles stopped, and the negro boys set the table. Michael was placed next to the eldest sister, and opposite to the youngest.

      They gave him the most exquisite dishes to eat, and the most delicate wines to drink; and in order to turn his head more completely, compliments and flattery were heaped on him from every side.

      But he took care not to be intoxicated, either by the wine or the compliments.

      XV

      At last the eldest sister made a sign, and one of the black pages brought in a large golden cup.

      ‘The enchanted castle has no more secrets for you,’ she said to the Star Gazer. ‘Let us drink to your triumph.’

      He cast a lingering glance at the little Princess, and without hesitation lifted the cup.

      ‘Don’t drink!’ suddenly cried out the little Princess; ‘I would rather marry a gardener.’

      And she burst into tears.

      Michael flung the contents of the cup behind him, sprang over the table, and fell at Lina’s feet. The rest of the princes fell likewise at the knees of the princesses, each of whom chose a husband and raised him to her side. The charm was broken.

      The twelve couples embarked in

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