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He will be glad to hear that you are not at the bottom of the sea, and that the fish have not eaten you as he always declared. He was in the habit of saying many pleasant things about it, your lordship, for he is very amusing. And it is a fact that you are much mourned in Clarides. You were such a promising child.
Which tells of what can be seen from the Keep of Clarides It was one day shortly after this that Honey-Bee and George, without being observed, climbed the steps of the watch-tower which stands in the middle of the Castle of Clarides. Having reached the platform they shouted at the top of their voices and clapped their hands.
To-night she shall, instead, see you yourself. You will see her, but you must not touch her, you must not speak to her, or the charm will be broken and she will never again see you nor your image, which she does not distinguish from you." "Then I will be prudent, alas! little King Loc!... See! See!..." Sure enough the watch-tower of Clarides rose black on the hill.
But they ate a good supper, after which they were both put to bed. But as soon as the candle was blown out they re-appeared like two little ghosts in two little night-gowns, and they hugged each other and laughed at the top of their voices. And thus began the love of Honey-Bee of Clarides and George of Blanchelande. Which treats of Education in general, and George of Blanche lande's in particular
Honey-Bee had hardly time to throw a kiss to the beloved old stone walls when the ramparts of the town of Clarides, overgrown with gillyflowers already flew past; already she was ascending the terrace, where the glow-worms glimmer in the grass, to the postern, which King Loc easily opened, for the dwarfs are masters of metals, nor can locks, padlocks, bolts, chains or bars ever stop them.
When night came and softly covered the earth, Honey-Bee and George were still weeping, each in front of a tree. The Duchess of Clarides was obliged to come and take her daughter by one hand and George by the other, and lead them back to the castle. Their eyes were red and their noses were red and their cheeks shone. They sighed and sobbed enough to break one's heart.
"The wolves will eat us," she cried, "and our mother will never see us again and she will die of grief." But George comforted her as he put on her shoe. "When the castle bell rings for supper we shall have returned to Clarides. Come!" The miller saw her coming nigh And could not well forbear to cry, Your donkey you must tether.
And it was probably this which gave him such a good appetite for supper. Having eaten a huge number of truffled pheasants he called Bob. "Bob," said he, "mount your raven; go to the Princess of the Dwarfs and tell her that George or Blanchelande, long a captive of the nixies, has this day returned to Clarides." Thus he spoke and Bob flew off on his raven.
In telling you of Clarides I wish to take you back to times that have long since vanished. Thus I begin: The Countess of Blanchelande having placed on her golden hair a little black hood embroidered with pearls.... But before proceeding I must beg very serious persons not to read this. It is not written for them.
It will be better for us never to meet again, for we can never be friends." "I would not have believed that my deliverance could have caused me such pain," George said simply and gravely, "and yet it does. Farewell." "A pleasant journey," cried King Loc, in a gruff voice. Now it happened that these steps of the dwarfs adjoined a deserted stone quarry less than a mile from the castle of Clarides.
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