He had got as far as "Dear Phoenix:" and was wondering how you spelled "Phoenix," when there came a swish and a thump at his window, followed by a cautious whisper: "_Pssssst!_" David felt his scalp prickle. "Wh-wh-who's that?" he quavered. "Is that you, my boy?" whispered a familiar, guarded voice. "Ah, thank heavens!" And the Phoenix crawled through the window. Weak with relief, David snapped on the bedside light. The Phoenix presented a shocking sight. Its face was drawn with fatigue, and it looked rather draggled. Its back sagged, its wings drooped to the floor, and it walked with a limp. [Illustration] "Oh, Phoenix, Phoenix!" David whispered. He jumped to support the bird before it collapsed entirely. "Ah, thank you, my boy," the Phoenix murmured. "Your bed, I presume? May I? Thank you." The springs creaked under its weight as the Phoenix gingerly lay down. "What a night, my boy, _what_ a night!" it sighed weakly, closing its eyes. "Oh, Phoenix, what happened? Can I do anything for you?" David whispered. "A damp, cooling cloth upon my forehead would be welcome, my boy," murmured the Phoenix. "Also a bit of nourishment." David slid down the bannister, got a handful of cookies and a glass of milk, and dampened a dish towel. When he returned, the Phoenix was fast asleep. "Phoenix," he whispered, "wake up. Here's your--" The Phoenix awoke with a violent start and stared wildly around the room. "Trapped!" it muttered, making a frenzied effort to get off the bed. "Not so _loud_!" David whispered sharply. "It's me!" Understanding dawned in the Phoenix's eyes, and it eased itself back with a sigh. "Ah, you, my boy. You gave me quite a fright. I thought--" But here the Phoenix caught sight of the milk and cookies and sat up again. "Ambrosia," it sighed reverently. "And nectar. You _are_ a prince, my dear fellow!" And the Phoenix reached out eagerly. "Now, Phoenix," David whispered as he wrapped the wet towel around the Phoenix's head, "what's happened?" "Ah, that feels heavenly, my boy! (Munch munch.) What has happened? (Munch munch. Gulp.) I was insulted, I accepted a challenge, and I brilliantly maintained my honor. Let that be a lesson to you, my boy: death before dishonor. Yes, in spite of my age, I--" "But Phoenix, what _happened_?" "To be brief, then, my boy, for brevity is the soul of wit--although I am not trying to be witty now; I am simply too worn out--Brevity--ah--where was I?" "I _think_ you were telling me what happened to you tonight," David said. "Ah, yes, quite so! Well, I raced the Witch, to put it quite simply." "Oh, Phoenix! Did you win?" "She said that she would 'beat my tail feathers off,' did she not? Behold, my dear fellow--every tail feather intact!" "Good for you, Phoenix! How did it go?"