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and at the first streak of dawn he saw a stream dancing in front of him, and stooped down and drank his fill.

      He hardly had courage to open his last orange. Then he remembered that the night before he had disobeyed the orders of the old man. Perhaps his terrible thirst was a trick of the cunning witch, and suppose, even though he opened the orange on the banks of the stream, that he did not find in it the princess that he sought?

      He took his knife and cut it open. Alas! out of it flew a little canary, just like the others, who cried:

      ‘I am thirsty; give me something to drink.’

      Great was the disappointment of Desire. However, he was determined not to let this bird fly away; so he took up some water in the palm of his hand and held it to its beak.

      Scarcely had the canary drunk when she became a beautiful girl, tall and straight as a poplar tree, with black eyes and a golden skin. Desire had never seen anyone half so lovely, and he stood gazing at her in delight.

      On her side she seemed quite bewildered, but she looked about her with happy eyes, and was not at all afraid of her deliverer.

      He asked her name. She answered that she was called the Princess Zizi; she was about sixteen years old, and for ten years of that time the witch had kept her shut up in an orange, in the shape of a canary.

      ‘Well, then, my charming Zizi,’ said the young Prince, who was longing to marry her, ‘let us ride away quickly so as to escape from the wicked witch.’

      But Zizi wished to know where he meant to take her.

      ‘To my father’s castle,’ he said.

      He mounted his horse and took her in front of him, and, holding her carefully in his arms, they began their journey.

      VIII

      Everything the Princess saw was new to her, and in passing through mountains, valleys, and towns, she asked a thousand questions. Desire was charmed to answer them. It is so delightful to teach those one loves!

      Once she inquired what the girls in his country were like.

      ‘They are pink and white,’ he replied, ‘and their eyes are blue.’

      ‘Do you like blue eyes?’ said the Princess; but Desire thought it was a good opportunity to find out what was in her heart, so he did not answer.

      ‘And no doubt,’ went on the Princess, ‘one of them is your intended bride?’

      Still he was silent, and Zizi drew herself up proudly.

      ‘No,’ he said at last. ‘None of the girls of my own country are beautiful in my eyes, and that is why I came to look for a wife in the land of the sun. Was I wrong, my lovely Zizi?’

      This time it was Zizi’s turn to be silent.

      IX

      Talking in this way they drew near to the castle. When they were about four stone-throws from the gates they dismounted in the forest, by the edge of a fountain.

      ‘My dear Zizi,’ said Tubby’s son, ‘we cannot present ourselves before my father like two common people who have come back from a walk. We must enter the castle with more ceremony. Wait for me here, and in an hour I will return with carriages and horses fit for a princess.’

      ‘Don’t be long,’ replied Zizi, and she watched him go with wistful eyes.

      When she was left by herself the poor girl began to feel afraid. She was alone for the first time in her life, and in the middle of a thick forest.

      Suddenly she heard a noise among the trees. Fearing lest it should be a wolf, she hid herself in the hollow trunk of a willow tree which hung over the fountain. It was big enough to hold her altogether, but she peeped out, and her pretty head was reflected in the clear water.

      Then there appeared, not a wolf, but a creature quite as wicked and quite as ugly. Let us see who this creature was.

      X

      Not far from the fountain there lived a family of bricklayers. Now, fifteen years before this time, the father in walking through the forest found a little girl, who had been deserted by the gypsies. He carried her home to his wife, and the good woman was sorry for her, and brought her up with her own sons. As she grew older, the little gypsy became much more remarkable for strength and cunning than for sense or beauty. She had a low forehead, a flat nose, thick lips, coarse hair, and a skin not golden like that of Zizi, but the colour of clay.

      As she was always being teased about her complexion, she got as noisy and cross as a titmouse. So they used to call her Titty.

      Titty was often sent by the bricklayer to fetch water from the fountain, and as she was very proud and lazy the gypsy disliked this very much.

      It was she who had frightened Zizi by appearing with her pitcher on her shoulder. Just as she was stooping to fill it, she saw reflected in the water the lovely image of the Princess.

      ‘What a pretty face!’ she exclaimed, ‘Why, it must be mine! How in the world can they call me ugly? I am certainly much too pretty to be their water carrier!’

      So saying, she broke her pitcher and went home.

      ‘Where is your pitcher?’ asked the bricklayer.

      ‘Well, what do you expect? The pitcher may go many times to the well....’

      ‘But at last it is broken. Well, here is a bucket that will not break.’

      The gypsy returned to the fountain, and addressing once more the image of Zizi, she said:

      ‘No; I don’t mean to be a beast of burden any longer.’ And she flung the bucket so high in the air that it stuck in the branches of an oak.

      ‘I met a wolf,’ she told the bricklayer, ‘and I broke the bucket across his nose.’

      The bricklayer asked her no more questions, but took down a broom and gave her such a beating that her pride was humbled a little.

      Then he handed to her an old copper milk-can, and said:

      ‘If you don’t bring it back full, your bones shall suffer for it.’

      XI

      Titty went off rubbing her sides; but this time she did not dare to disobey, and in a very bad temper stooped down over the well. It was not at all easy to fill the milk-can, which was large and round. It would not go down into the well, and the gypsy had to try again and again.

      At last her arms grew so tired that when she did manage to get the can properly under the water she had no strength to pull it up, and it rolled to the bottom.

      On seeing the can disappear, she made such a miserable face that Zizi, who had been watching her all this time, burst into fits of laughter.

      Titty turned round and perceived the mistake she had made; and she felt so angry that she made up her mind to be revenged at once.

      ‘What are you doing there, you lovely creature?’ she said to Zizi.

      ‘I am waiting for my lover,’ Zizi replied; and then, with a simplicity quite natural in a girl who so lately had been a canary, she told all her story.

      The gypsy had often seen the young Prince pass by, with his gun on his shoulder, when he was going after crows. She was too ugly and ragged for him ever to have noticed her, but Titty on her side had admired him, though she thought he might well have been a little fatter.

      ‘Dear, dear!’ she said to herself. ‘So he likes yellow women! Why, I am yellow too, and if I could only think of a way——’

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