Produced by Brad Norton, Suzanne Shell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: MERCURY GOD OF MERCHANDISE LOOK ON WITH FAVOURABLE EYES] [Illustration: THE FIELD OF CLOVER By Laurence Housman DOVER PUBLICATIONS, INC., NEW YORK ENGRAVED BY CLEMENCE HOUSMAN BE KINDLY TO THE WEARY DROVER & PIPE THE SHEEP INTO THE CLOVER] This Dover edition, first published in 1968, is an unabridged and unaltered republication of the work originally published by Kegan Paul, Trench, Truebner & Co. in 1898. _Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 68-30802_ Manufactured in the United States of America Dover Publications, Inc. 180 Varick Street New York, N. Y. 10014 Contents THE BOUND PRINCESS (_in six parts_) PAGE I THE FIRE-EATERS 3 II THE GALLOPING PLOUGH 13 III THE THIRSTY WELL 23 IV THE PRINCESS MELILOT 33 V THE BURNING ROSE 45 VI THE CAMPHOR WORM 57 THE CROWN'S WARRANTY 69 THE WISHING-POT 81 THE FEEDING OF THE EMIGRANTS 111 THE PASSIONATE PUPPETS 119 TO MY DEAR WOOD-ENGRAVER THE BOUND PRINCESS [Illustration] THE BOUND PRINCESS I THE FIRE-EATERS A long time ago there lived a man who had the biggest head in the world. Into it he had crammed all the knowledge that might be gathered from the four corners of the earth. Every one said he was the wisest man living. "If I could only find a wife," said the sage, "as wise for a woman as I am for a man, what a race of head-pieces we could bring into the world!" He waited many years before any such mate could be found for him: yet, at last, found she was--one into whose head was bestowed all the wisdom that might be gathered from the four quarters of heaven. They were both old, but kings came from all sides to their wedding, and offered themselves as god-parents to the first-born of the new race that was to be. But, to the grief of his parents, the child, when he arrived, proved to be a simpleton; and no second child ever came to repair the mistake of the first. That he was a simpleton was evident; his head was small and his limbs were large, and he could run long before he could talk or do arithmetic. In the bitterness of their hearts his father and mother named him Noodle, without the aid of any royal god-parents; and from that moment, for any care they took in his bringing-up, they washed their wise hands of him. Noodle grew and prospered, and enjoyed life in his own foolish way. When his father and mother died within a short time of each other, they left him alone without any friend in the world. For a good while Noodle lived on just what he could find in the house, in a hand-to-mouth sort of way, till at last only the furniture and the four bare walls were left to him.