Briefly the tale was told, and as the King listened intently, the eager fairies clustered close about him meanwhile, that they also might lose no syllable concerning the perils that had been safely passed. The Wise One, hearing, stroked his beard with satisfaction that all had turned out so triumphantly and well. When the last words had been spoken, King Red Flame led his beloved child to Prince Radiance, and placed her hand in his. “Noble Prince,” he exclaimed, with deep emotion, “take my daughter, with her father’s love and gratitude, for valiantly have you won your bride.” Then King Red Flame turned to the thronging fairies, and raising his voice so as to be heard by all, he cried, “Hasten, one and all, to the Palace of Burning Coals. Prepare all things for the wedding. Let swift messengers speed to the Kingdom of Light, to bid its ruler to the marriage of his son. And you, my good Grey Smoke, who know so well how to carry out my desires, see to it that never fairy wedding in the Land of Fire has equaled this of my beloved daughter Princess White Flame, and my dear son Prince Radiance.” Thus, amid tumults of rejoicing, did Princess White Flame and Prince Radiance enter upon their life of never-ending happiness. [Illustration: FINIS] End of Project Gutenberg's Princess White Flame, by Gertrude Crownfield