Yes, yes, he knew the Princess well enough, but it was too late to go further that night. So the Prince and all his train had best come into the castle and wait till morning. That was what the Wizard said, and the Prince was glad enough to listen to him, for he was beginning to fear that he would never find the Princess again. But hardly had the last bowman come within the doors than the Wizard blew upon his crystal globe, and muttered a spell. At that, the Prince and his entire train were changed to solid stone, in the twinkling of an eye, and there they remained till, at the proper time, the Little Princess of the Fearless Heart came up the great stone steps of the castle. The Wizard was sitting on his throne with his Dragons behind his shoulder, staring into his crystal globe as it spun in the air, hanging on nothing at all. He never took his eyes away when the Princess came up to the throne, and she was far too polite to interrupt him when he was so busy. So for a long, long time she stood there waiting, and the Wizard chuckled to himself, for he thought that she was too frightened to speak. So he breathed upon his crystal globe and muttered a spell. But of course, nothing happened, for the Little Princess had a Fearless Heart! Then the Wizard grew black as night, for he saw that the matter was not so easy as plucking wild flowers, so he turned away from the crystal globe and stared at the Princess. His eyes burned like two hot coals, so that she drew her cloak closer about her, but you cannot hide your heart from a Wizard with Three Dragons, unless your cloak is woven of sunlight, and the Little Black Dwarf has the only one of those in the whole world, stowed away in an old chest in the garret. So the Wizard saw at once that the Little Princess had a Fearless Heart, and his voice was soft as rain-water. "Oh, Little Princess," he said. "What is it that you want of me in the Black Forest?" "I am looking for the Prince from the west," said the Princess, eagerly. "Can you tell me where to find him?" "Yes," said the Wizard. "I can tell you that, and perhaps some other things, besides. But what will you give me for my trouble?" Then the Little Princess hung her head, for she had nothing about her that was worth so much as a bone button, and the Wizard knew that as well as you and I. So he said, very softly, "Will you give me your Fearless Heart?" And there was the whole matter in a nutshell! But the Princess stamped her foot on the stone floor. "Of course I will not give you my heart," she said. "And if you will not tell me for kindness, I will be going on, for I have nothing with which to pay you!" "Not so fast!" cried the Wizard--for he was as wise as a rat in a library--"If you will not give me your heart, just let me have a kiss and I will call it a bargain!"