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Updated: June 22, 2025
But all around the emperor's dominions ran a deep gulf, and across this abyss there was only a single bridge. Here Florea halted to look back and bid farewell to his native land. May the Lord preserve even a Pagan from what Florea now beheld when he wanted to go on a dragon! But a dragon with three heads and the most horrible faces, with one jaw in the sky and another on the earth.
So the enmity between the monarch's eyes remained a profound mystery, whose cause nobody knew except the emperor himself. Then the emperor's sons grew up. Ah, what princes they were! Three princes in one country, like three morning stars in the sky! Florea, the oldest, was a fathom tall, with shoulders more than four span broad.
He was very seldom serious, but then he had a way when he was thinking of stroking his hair over his forehead, which made him look old enough to sit in his father's council! 'You are grown up, Florea, said Petru one day to his eldest brother; 'do go and ask father why one eye laughs and the other weeps. But Florea would not go.
The dragon on the bridge was yet more dreadful than the one Florea and Costan had seen, for this one had seven heads instead of only three. Petru stopped for a moment when he caught sight of this terrible creature. Then he found his voice. 'Get out of the way! cried he. 'Get out of the way! he repeated again, as the dragon did not move.
Florea made instantly for the bridge, and there pulled up to look around him once more, to take leave of his native land Then he turned, but before him was standing a dragon oh! SUCH a dragon! a dragon with three heads and three horrible faces, all with their mouths wide open, one jaw reaching to heaven and the other to earth. At this awful sight Florea did not wait to give battle.
*As we are now concerned with the construction of the bee, we may note, in passing, a strange peculiarity of the Apis Florea. Certain walls of its cells for males are cylindrical instead of hexagonal. Apparently she has not yet succeeded in passing from one form to the other, and indefinitely adopting the better. I have said that even the policy of the bees is probably subject to change.
So saying, Petru turned the bay's bridle. Oh, Petru, Petru! Who told you to stop? Wouldn't it be better for you to remember what Holy Thursday said to you? Wouldn't it be better for you to heed the bay's counsel? That's the way of the world, you can do nothing to change it! When he turned, he saw his brother Florea and his brother Costan. They were both there, and approached Petru.
Florea remained silent. "Did you eat the bread?" "No," said Florea. "Did you bite me?" Florea was silent. "Then may you lose your sight! I'll teach you to tell another falsehood!" said the fairy, angrily, giving Florea two cuffs, one on the right ear and the other on the left, till every thing grew as dark before his eyes as mortal sin.
He put spurs to his horse and dashed off, WHERE he neither knew nor cared. The dragon heaved a sigh and vanished without leaving a trace behind him. A week went by. Florea did not return home. Two passed; and nothing was heard of him. After a month Costan began to haunt the stables and to look out a horse for himself.
Of these sixteen fairly distinct species are known; but, essentially, whether we consider the Apis Dorsata, the largest known to us, or the Apis Florea, which is the smallest, the insect is always exactly the same, except for the slight modifications induced by the climate and by the conditions whereto it has had to conform.*
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