'Now I cannot find my way back, and shall never see Robinetta again. Shall I not die if I have not Robinetta? Shall I live and grow to be a man--a man like those others who laughed at me?' On a sudden he saw once more the two white butterflies which came flying towards him from the side where the sun was setting. He watched them anxiously; would they show him the way? They fluttered over his head, sometimes close together and sometimes far apart, flitting about as if in whimsical play. By degrees they went farther and farther from the sun, and vanished at last over the ridge of the sand-hills towards the wood, where only the topmost boughs were now red in the evening glow which blazed out brightly from beneath the long dark levels of cloud. Johannes rose and went after them, but as they flew up over the first trees he saw that a black shadow followed them and overtook them with noiseless flight. The next instant they were gone. The black shade pounced swiftly down on them, and Johannes in terror covered his face with his hands. 'Well, my little friend, what have you to cry about?' said a sharp mocking voice close at hand. Johannes had seen a big bat coming towards him, but when he now looked up a little black dwarf not much taller than himself was standing on the sand-hill. He had a large head with big ears which stuck out dark against the bright evening sky; a lean shape and thin legs. Johannes could see nothing of his face but the small twinkling eyes. 'Have you lost anything, my little fellow? Can I help you seek it?' said he. But Johannes shook his head in silence. 'Look here. Would you like to have these?' he began again, opening his hand. In it Johannes saw something white which still moved a little. This was the two white butterflies, their crushed and broken wings quivering in their death-struggle. Johannes shuddered as though some one had blown against the nape of his neck, and he looked up in alarm at the strange being. 'Who are you?' he asked. 'You would like to know my name? Well, call me Pluizer[1]--simply Pluizer. I have other prettier names, but you would not understand them yet.' 'Are you a man?' 'Better and better! Well, I have arms and legs and a head--see what a head--and the boy asks me whether lama man! Why, Johannes, Johannes!' And the mannikin laughed with a shrill piercing note. 'How do you know who I am?' asked Johannes. 'Oh, that, to me, is a mere trifle. I know a great deal more than that. I know whence you have come and what you came to do. I know a wonderful deal--almost everything.' 'Ah, Master Pluizer----' 'Pluizer, Pluizer--without any fine words.' 'Then do you know anything----' but Johannes was suddenly silent. 'He is a man,' thought he. 'Of the little key, do you mean? Why, to be sure!' 'But I did not think that any man could know about that.' 'Foolish boy! Besides, Wistik has told me all about it.' 'Then do you know Wistik too?'