“After all, the most foolish thing in the world one can do is to keep
the boy here in exactly the place in which the mermaid will seek him.
Let us give him food and send him on his travels, and perhaps, if the
mermaid ever blocs come to seek him, she may be content with some other
child.” And the queen agreed that his plan seemed the wisest.
So the boy was called, and his father told him the story of the voyage,
as he had told his mother before him. The prince listened eagerly, and
was delighted to think that he was to go away all by himself to see the
world, and was not in the least frightened; for though he was now
sixteen, he had scarcely been allowed to walk alone beyond the palace
gardens. He began busily to make his preparations, and took off his
smart velvet coat, putting on instead one of green cloth, while he
refused a beautiful bag which the queen offered him to hold his food,
and slung a leather knapsack over his shoulders instead, just as he had
seen other travellers do. Then he bade farewell to his parents and went
his way.
All through the day he walked, watching with interest the strange birds
and animals that darted across his path in the forest or peeped at him
from behind a bush. But as evening drew on he became tired, and looked
about as he walked for some place where he could sleep. At length he
reached a soft mossy bank under a tree, and was just about to stretch
himself out on it, when a fearful roar made him start and tremble all
over. In another moment something passed swiftly through the air and a
lion stood before him.
“What are you doing here?” asked the lion, his eyes glaring fiercely at
the boy.
“I am flying from the mermaid,” the prince answered, in a quaking
voice.
“Give me some food then,” said the lion, “it is past my supper time,
and I am very hungry.”
The boy was so thankful that the lion did not want to eat him, that he
gladly picked up his knapsack which lay on the ground, and held out
some bread and a flask of wine.
“I feel better now,” said the lion when he had done, “so now I shall go
to sleep on this nice soft moss, and if you like you can lie down
beside me.” So the boy and the lion slept soundly side by side, till
the sun rose.
“I must be off now,” remarked the lion, shaking the boy as he spoke;
“but cut off the tip of my ear, and keep it carefully, and if you are
in any danger just wish yourself a lion and you will become one on the
spot. One good turn deserves another, you know.”
The prince thanked him for his kindness, and did as he was bid, and the
two then bade each other farewell.
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