“Kill him! kill him! he’s a magician!” yelled the people, and they all pressed forward to tear Ardram off the stone, but, seeing his danger, he jumped down and ran into the church, closing the great doors after him. There he was safe, for the mob dared not to break into the church, but all night roared round it like a stormy sea round a little boat. The King and Queen left the window, and told the gruff doctor all about the enchantment of the Rose-Princess, which he was now inclined to believe, as he had seen her disappear so suddenly before his eyes. He recommended the Queen to call on the Faery Rosina, which she did, and in a moment the faery, a tall, beautiful woman, in a robe of shining green, was standing before them. Then the doctor did believe in faeries, because he now really saw one for the first time, and was much astonished. “Well, are you sorry you lost your throne?” asked the faery severely. “Very,” said the King and Queen together. “If you go back, will you rule wisely?” she said, looking at them. “We will rule just as we ruled before,” they replied. “Then you are not fit to go back,” said Rosina sadly. “I see I have not cured you after all.” “Nonsense!” said the King. “Pooh!” said the Queen, and they both thought the faery was very rude. “I’ll settle everything to-morrow morning,” said the faery, quite angry at their folly. “I can do nothing till the Rose-Princess becomes a woman again—she will of course marry the Prince Ardram to break the spell.” “Is he really the Prince?” asked the King and Queen together. “Yes, he is,” retorted the faery shortly, and then vanished, leaving them quite disconsolate, as they thought they would never get back their throne. Meanwhile Ardram walked up and down the dark church all night, listening to the roaring of the crowd outside, and wondering how the Princess kept vanishing and appearing so strangely. He was more in love with her than ever, and at last went fast asleep on the altar steps, dreaming about his lovely bride, who said he would rule as King with her. The rosebud lay on the steps beside him, but Ardram never thought for a moment that his charming Princess was so near him. Next morning he awoke in the early grey dawn, before the sun was up, and found himself surrounded by the King, the Queen, Dr. Mux, his mother, now looking strong and well, and a beautiful tall woman, in a green robe, with a wand made of white roses. “I am the Faery Rosina,” she said to him in a low, sweet voice, “and I am come to put things to rights, Prince Ardram.” “Why do you call me ‘Prince’ Ardram?” asked the student, looking puzzled. “The Rose-Princess will tell you,” said the faery, smiling. “But where is she?” asked Ardram, looking around. “There,” said the faery, pointing with her wand to the white rosebud, which lay on the floor where Ardram had flung it the previous night. “Impossible!” he said in astonishment.