When Mopsa ran through the castle door it shut suddenly behind her, and Jack was left behind. After great difficulty he succeeded in climbing the walls, and crept through a window; and when he got inside he saw a very wonderful sight. There was Mopsa in the great audience-room, dressed superbly in a white satin gown, with a long train of crimson velvet, which was glittering with diamonds. It reached almost from one end of the gallery to the other, and had hundreds of fairies to hold it to keep it in its place; but in her hair were no jewels, only a little crown made of daisies, and on her shoulders her robe was fastened with a little golden image of a boat. These things were to show the land she had come from and the vessel she had come in. At one side of Mopsa stood the lovely lady; and on the other, to Jack's amazement, a little boy of his own size, who looked exactly like himself. "I will go in," said Jack. "There is nothing to prevent me." He set his foot on the step, and while he hesitated Mopsa came out to meet him. He looked at her earnestly, because her lovely eyes were not looking at him, but far away toward the west. "Jack lives there," she said, as if speaking to herself. "He will play there again, in his father's garden." Then she brought her eyes down slowly from the rose-flush in the cloud and looked at him and said, "Jack." "Yes," said Jack, "here I am. What is it that you wish to say?" She answered, "I am come to give you back your kiss." GOOD-BY TO MOPSA So she stooped forward as she stood on her step and kissed him, and her tears fell on his cheek. "Farewell," she said; and she turned and went up the steps into the great hall. Jack gazed at her as she entered, and would fain have followed, but could not stir, the great doors closed together again, and he was left outside. Then he knew, without having been told, that he should never enter them any more. Suddenly he perceived that reeds were growing up between him and the great doors, and he walked on among them toward the west. Then, as the rosy sky turned gold color, all on a sudden he came to the edge of the reed-bed and walked out upon a rising ground. Jack ran up it, looking for the castle. At last he saw it, lying so far, so very far off that all its clear outlines were lost; and very soon, as it grew dark, they seemed to mingle with the shapes of the hill and the forest. He looked up into the rosy sky, and held out his arms, and called: "Come! Oh, come!" In a minute or two he saw a little black mark overhead, a small speck, that grew larger and larger. In another instant he saw a red light and a green light; then he heard the winnowing noise of a bird's great wings, and suddenly the great white bird alighted at his feet and said: "Here I am." "I wish to go home," said Jack. "That is well," answered the bird.