Feeling very cheerful indeed they then went with Daimur while he dug a great many more potatoes, nuts and yams, and helped him to make a fire afterwards to cook them for supper. While the fire was getting hot Daimur went out along the shore to see what he could find. The tide was out, and he went looking about for clams. He was not disappointed, for he soon found a great many nice big ones, and you may be sure they tasted very delicious when baked in their shells. Long after they had had their supper, when it was quite dark, they heard a great wind blowing, and Daimur, putting on his cap knew that it was the Magician coming home. CHAPTER VII All the next day the King and Queen and little Princess Maya went about quietly among the doves in the woods and told them about Daimur, and about the tablets they hoped to get to release them from their enchantment, and begged them if they valued their lives to leave the fruit they were eating and come and live in the cave with them. They soon had nearly all the brightest doves fluttering excitedly to the cave, so anxious were they to seize any chance that might set them free. The very stupid ones were harder to rouse, but by dint of coaxing and driving they managed to get them all into the cave, where pure food and fresh water soon began to clear their poisoned brains, and in a few days' time they were nearly all as bright and wide awake as when they came to the island. The cave at night now was full of chattering and whispering, and Daimur had put up a great many more branches for them to sleep on. He had plenty to do, for there was now a large number of doves to provide for, and they ate a surprising quantity of food, and for fear the Magician should see him he had to go for potatoes and other provisions at night. It was thought best for the birds to fly through the island occasionally in the day time, so that the Magician might not be suspicious. The first night, after they were all inside and had finished supper, Daimur told them of the ship which was anchored at the Magician's door, and they immediately cried out, "It is the one he stole from Prince Redmond," and Prince Redmond, a big black dove with a huge red ruff and red crest, nodded, and said he knew it must be his. Then they talked about the magic tablets, and Daimur told them he felt sure his little key would open the glass box. Now Daimur was naturally very much interested to know who these doves were and from which of the islands they came, so they decided that each should tell his own story. King Cyril was the first one called upon, and after Daimur had stirred up the fire he began: "I am, as most of you know, Cyril, King of the Island of Shells. "My father was a kind, gentle man, who was more interested in study than in governing his kingdom. He had only two sons, my brother Arnolde and myself, and we grew up together and were the greatest friends until I married.