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He was obliged to keep them together in one place, and if any of them ran away into the forest, Prince Fairyfoot was beaten. And as the swine were very wild and unruly, he was very often beaten, because it was almost impossible to keep them from wandering off; and when they ran away, they ran so fast, and through places so tangled, that it was almost impossible to follow them.
Quite accidentally I trod on her favorite corn; she got mad and changed me into a robin, and regretted it ever afterward. I could only become myself again by a kind-hearted person's saving me from a great danger. You are that person. Give me your hand." Fairyfoot held out his hand. The little man looked at it. "On second thought," he said, "I can't shake it it's too large.
So he only pointed to the carved cup from which Fairyfoot every night drank the clear red wine. "I am not thirsty, and there is no use losing time," thought the boy to himself, and he joined the dance; but never in all his life did Fairyfoot find such hard work as to keep pace with the company. Their feet seemed to move like lightning; the swallows did not fly so fast or turn so quickly.
She was very charming. Her name was Gauzita. To-morrow I shall go and place flowers on her tomb." "I thought fairies never died," said Fairyfoot. "Only on rare occasions, and only from love," answered Robin. "They needn't die unless they wish to. They have been known to do it through love. They frequently wish they hadn't afterward in fact, invariably and then they can come to life again.
"I've done nothing to them," said Fairyfoot. "They ran away, but they came back again." The swineherd went lumbering back into the hut, and called his wife. "Come and look at the swine," he said. And then the woman came out, and stared first at the swine and then at Fairyfoot. "He has been with the fairies," she said at last to her husband; "or it is because he is a king's son.
"Only let me see you happy once more, most sweet Princess," answered Fairyfoot, "and that will be all I desire only if, perhaps, I might once kiss your hand." She held out her hand to him with so lovely a look in her soft eyes that he felt happier than he had ever been before, even at the fairy dances. This was a different kind of happiness.
And there was Robin Goodfellow waiting for him under the tree! He was so finely dressed that, for a moment, Fairyfoot scarcely knew him. His suit was made out of the purple velvet petals of a pansy, which was far finer than any ordinary velvet, and he wore plumes and tassels, and a ruffle around his neck, and in his belt was thrust a tiny sword, not half as big as the finest needle.
The shepherd had a bad temper and a thick staff, and no sooner did he catch sight of Fairyfoot sleeping, and his flock straying away, than shouting all the ill names he could remember, in a voice which woke up the boy, he ran after him as fast as his great feet would allow; while Fairyfoot, seeing no other shelter from his fury, fled into the forest, and never stopped nor stayed till he reached the banks of a little stream.
Fairyfoot did so, and the swine rushed through the forest before them, and Robin Goodfellow perched himself on the Prince's shoulder, and chatted as they went.
All the little people about the well cried "Welcome! welcome!" and every one said "Come and dance with me!" So Fairyfoot was as happy as a prince, and drank milk and ate honey till the moon was low in the sky. Next morning Fairyfoot was not tired for all his dancing.
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