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She was dreadfully dirty too, and clad in various garments that seemed to have belonged to someone else much larger. "Don't frighten her, Daimur," said Prince Redmond as he stepped over beside the poor little thing. "Tell us who you are, and what you are doing here," he said, addressing her kindly. "We will do you no harm." "I am Princess Helda of Oaklands," she said in a very timid voice.
Breckenridge, and Helda, a milk-blond Dane with pink-rimmed eyes, laughed with infantile indiscrimination at everything, blushing an agonized scarlet whenever Alfred's admiring eye met her own. But the kitchen was not within hearing distance of the quiet room where Rachael sat alone, and as the soft spring night wore on no sound came to disturb her revery.
"Beautiful!" retorted the fairy, with a little frown; "what does beauty amount to, if one is to remain invisible?" "Not much, that is true," agreed Berna, smoothing her own dark locks. "And as for being foolish," continued the fairy, "I ought to be allowed to act foolishly if I want to. For centuries past I have not had a chance to do a single foolish thing." "Poor dear!" said Helda, softly.
"Nor would you have seen me to-day, had I not known you were kind and pure-hearted, or had I not resolved to ask you to exercise your powers upon me." "I must say," remarked Helda, boldly, "that you are foolish to wish to become anything different from what you are." "For you are very beautiful NOW," added Berna, admiringly.
"That does not matter in the least," he answered, hastily. "I must have an entirely new name." "Suppose we call him the Silver Knight," suggested Berna, as she eyed his glistening armor. "Oh, no! that is no name at all!" declared Helda. "We might better call him Baron Strongarm." "I do not like that, either," said the Lady Seseley, "for we do not know whether his arm is strong or not.
It was Princess Helda who first spoke as she stepped out on the quay. "The enchantment is broken," she cried, holding out her hands. "Welcome to Oaklands." Nobody would have recognized in the beautiful kingdom of Oaklands the Island of Despair of rank undergrowth and poisoned fruit trees.
Only waiting to see the Duchess settled in the palace with a few servants and enough furniture to make her comfortable, Daimur prepared for his voyage to the Island of Despair. Prince Redmond insisted upon accompanying him, and little Princess Helda begged to be allowed to go too, as she was sure she could help them, and she wished so much to see her parents even if they were stones.
So Berna and Helda spread a cloth and brought from their baskets some golden platters and a store of food. Yet there was little ceremony over the meal, you may be sure, and within a short space all the children had satisfied their appetites and were laughing and chatting as merrily as if they were at home in the great castle.
A voice broke the library stillness. Rachael roused herself. "What is it, Helda?" she asked. "Doctor Gregory? Ask him to come in. And ask Alfred is Alfred still downstairs? ask him to go up and see if Mr. Breckenridge is awake. "This is very decent of you, Greg," she said, a moment later, as the doctor came into the room.
"I never thought of fairy life in that way before. It must get to be quite tiresome." "And think of the centuries I must yet live!" exclaimed the fairy in a dismal voice. "Isn't it an awful thing to look forward to?" "It is, indeed," agreed Seseley. "I'd be glad to exchange lives with you," said Helda, looking at the fairy with intense admiration.
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