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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Lay the spirit in the nest," said he, and Rosedrop heedless of the fire which burned her beautiful body, laid Isal's spirit in the nest by the Phoenix. "It is enough!" said the Phoenix. "I am perishing, but another Phoenix shall arise and the spirit of Isal shall live in it. Isal is the Phoenix that is to be. I die but she shall live."
For seven days and seven nights did she lie there, racked with pain. This was a sad exchange for her happy life in the Palace; but she never repented; she could not when she saw the dead face with its heavenly smile still upon it. "Isal is fast dying," said little Rosedrop sadly, as she flew back from the hut to the Phoenix and her brothers. "Oh! she suffers dreadfully."
There she watched by Isal's bedside; saw her go through terrible suffering, but at last the struggle was over, and Rosedrop saw through her tears, which she shed for the first and only time, Isal's spirit floating upward. She clasped it to her bosom and darted to the Phoenix. "It is the hour!" said the Bird, before Rosedrop had returned. "My life is closed. I have lived five hundred years."
This was indeed a great event! "May I go too?" asked Rosedrop. "Yes," said the Phoenix, "you shall all go. You are to carry Isal with you on the coat. We shall go slowly. I am too old to travel very fast." For a week they travelled.
They laid Isal on the Old Brown Coat upon the grass, and then the Phoenix bade the Tufters fly away a few miles into the woods and wait his coming. Rosedrop, however, he bade stay a while, when she tapped with her beak upon the window of the Prince's chamber, and then flew away to join her brothers.
All that day did Isal think over the two pictures she had seen, until at last the second one quite faded from view; only the first remained. "I will go," said she to herself, "even if I must die." The next night when the Tufters came for the answer, they found the window closed. Rosedrop tapped upon it with her beak. Isal within heard it. "It is the summons for me to go," said she.
Again did Rosedrop fly through the window, and hovering over the bed, unknown to the Prince give her message to the sleeping Isal.
I was passing the very spot, so I just flew in for a moment, and there I saw the woodman, her father, lying upon his bed very sick. There was no one with him." "How sad!" said Rosedrop, mournfully. "The cot from which we took Isal," added the Tufter, "was there still, just as we left it, in precisely the same spot." "How remarkable!" said the rash Tufter, who had become prudent.
"You are sad again, my Morning-Star," said he. "Be comforted; your father will be found." But Isal did not tell him her dream this time. "What is she going to do?" asked the rather forward Tufter of Rosedrop, as she came forth through the window again. "She is perplexed," said Rosedrop. "We will come for her answer to-morrow night."
So when they reached the palace garden, while her brother remained without, Rosedrop flew in at the open window where she had tapped nearly five years ago, and hovering over Isal as she lay asleep, told her the sad message, and flying out rejoined her bother. "Did she hear you?" asked he. "Oh, yes," said Rosedrop. "I told her all about it, and she looked very sad indeed. How sorry I am for her.
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