第94章 THE ENCHANTED CANARY(2)

`The gate will open of itself,' he continued, `and a huge dog which guards the castle will come to you with his mouth wide open, but just throw him this oat cake.Next, you will see a baking woman leaning over her heated oven.Give her this brush.

Lastly, you will find a well on your left; do not forget to take the cord of the bucket and spread it in the sun.When you have done this, do not enter the castle, but go round it and enter the orange grove.

Then gather three oranges, and get back to the gate as fast as you can.

Once out of the gate, leave the forest by the opposite side.

`Now, attend to this: whatever happens, do not open your oranges till you reach the bank of a river, or a fountain.Out of each orange will come a princess, and you can choose which you like for your wife.Your choice once made, be very careful never to leave your bride for an instant, and remember that the danger which is most to be feared is never the danger we are most afraid of.'

Desire thanked his host warmly, and took the road he pointed out.In less than an hour he arrived at the wall, which was very high indeed.He sprang to the ground, fastened his horse to a tree, and soon found the iron gate.Then he took out his bottle and oiled the hinges, when the gate opened of itself, and he saw an old castle standing inside.The Prince entered boldly into the courtyard.

Suddenly he heard fierce howls, and a dog as tall as a donkey, with eyes like billiard balls, came towards him, showing his teeth, which were like the prongs of a fork.Desire flung him the oat cake, which the great dog instantly snapped up, and the young Prince passed quietly on.

A few yards further he saw a huge oven, with a wide, red-hot gaping mouth.A woman as tall as a giant was leaning over the oven.Desire gave her the brush, which she took in silence.

Then he went on to the well, drew up the cord, which was half rotten, and stretched it out in the sun.

Lastly he went round the castle, and plunged into the orange grove.There he gathered the three most beautiful oranges he could find, and turned to go back to the gate.

But just at this moment the sun was darkened, the earth trembled, and Desire heard a voice crying:

`Baker, baker, take him by his feet, and throw him into the oven!'

`No,' replied the baker; `a long time has passed since I first began to scour this oven with my own flesh.YOU never cared to give me a brush; but he has given me one, and he shall go in peace.'

`Rope, O rope!' cried the voice again, `twine yourself round his neck and strangle him.'

`No,' replied the rope; `you have left me for many years past to fall to pieces with the damp.He has stretched me out in the sun.Let him go in peace.'

`Dog, my good dog,' cried the voice, more and more angry, `jump at his throat and eat him up.'

`No,' replied the dog; `though I have served you long, you nevergave me any bread.He has given me as much as I want.Let him go in peace.'

`Iron gate, iron gate,' cried the voice, growling like thunder, `fall on him and grind him to powder.'

`No,' replied the gate; `it is a hundred years since you left me to rust, and he has oiled me.Let him go in peace.'

Once outside, the young adventurer put his oranges into a bag that hung from his saddle, mounted his horse, and rode quickly out of the forest.

Now, as he was longing to see the princesses, he was very anxious to come to a river or a fountain, but, though he rode for hours, a river or fountain was nowhere to be seen.Still his heart was light, for he felt that he had got through the most difficult part of his task, and the rest was easy.

About mid-day he reached a sandy plain, scorching in the sun.

Here he was seized with dreadful thirst; he took his gourd and raised it to his lips.

But the gourd was empty; in the excitement of his joy he had forgotten to fill it.He rode on, struggling with his sufferings, but at last he could bear it no longer.

He let himself slide to the earth, and lay down beside his horse, his throat burning, his chest heaving, and his head going round.

Already he felt that death was near him, when his eyes fell on the bag where the oranges peeped out.

Poor Desire, who had braved so many dangers to win the lady of his dreams, would have given at this moment all the princesses in the world, were they pink or golden, for a single drop of water.

`Ah!' he said to himself.`If only these oranges were real fruit--fruit as refreshing as what I ate in Flanders! And, after all, who knows?'

This idea put some life into him.He had the strength to lift himself up and put his hand into his bag.He drew out an orange and opened it with his knife.

Out of it flew the prettiest little female canary that ever was seen.

`Give me something to drink, I am dying of thirst,' said the golden bird.

`Wait a minute,' replied Desire, so much astonished that he forgot his own sufferings; and to satisfy the bird he took a second orange, and opened it without thinking what he was doing.Out of it flew another canary, and she too began to cry:

`I am dying of thirst; give me something to drink.'

Then Tubby's son saw his folly, and while the two canaries flew away he sank on the ground, where, exhausted by his last effort, he lay unconscious.

VII

When he came to himself, he had a pleasant feeling of freshness all about him.It was night, the sky was sparkling with stars, and the earth was covered with a heavy dew.

The traveller having recovered, mounted his horse, and at the first streak of dawn he saw a stream dancing in front of him, and stooped down and drank his fill.

He hardly had courage to open his last orange.Then he remembered that the night before he had disobeyed the orders of the old man.Perhaps his terrible thirst was a trick of the cunning witch, and suppose, even though he opened the orange on the banks of the stream, that he did not find in it the princess that he sought?

He took his knife and cut it open.Alas! out of it flew a little canary, just like the others, who cried:

`I am thirsty; give me something to drink.'