Produced by Mary Glenn Krause, amsibert, David E. Brown, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Page number errors in the Table of Contents have been corrected. Illustrations have been moved to the nearest paragraph breaks, thus the page numbers in the List of Illustrations have been adjusted to reflect these moves. PRINCESS WHITE FLAME PRINCESS WHITE FLAME BY GERTRUDE·CROWNFIELD [Illustration] ILLUSTRATIONS·BY· ANNE·MERRIMAN·PECK· E·P·DUTTON·&·COMPANY NEW YORK Copyright, 1920, By E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY _All Rights Reserved_ [Illustration] _Printed in the United States of America_ TO MY DEAR SISTER KATHARINE [Illustration] CONTENTS PAGE PROLOGUE 1 CHAPTER I. 5 II. 19 III. 37 IV. 53 V. 56 VI. 77 VII. 96 VIII. 106 IX. 119 X. 136 XI. 152 XII. 170 XIII. 187 XIV. 204 XV. 222 [Illustration] LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE “Here am I, Prince Radiance, come to serve you.” 65 Suddenly the Giant hurled his Cloak violently forward 129 The Sword of Flames leapt from its scabbard and was raised on high 162 Prince Radiance fell on his knees before her 217 PRINCESS WHITE FLAME PRINCESS WHITE FLAME PROLOGUE Of all the fairy countries in the world none is more wonderful or beautiful than the country where the Fire Fairies live. Into that land no fairies of the earth, or air, or water dare venture. They would be seared, or changed to ash or vapor. Many are the doors that open into the Fire Kingdom--thousands, and hundreds of thousands in number. Wherever you see the firelight flicker, wherever you see flames leaping and dancing, wherever you hear the snap of the burning logs, there you may be sure is an open door. Then if you choose to creep close to it, and peer in, you may perhaps see wonderful things; fairy forms that flit and vanish, and reappear, and vanish again among the leaping flames, and smoldering embers. Perhaps, also, you may see the shining domes and glittering turrets of the fairy palaces. But when the fire burns down, and the hearth grows dark the door is closed--there is no more to be seen of that wonderland.