The King was so much in love with Moonflower that he could neither eat by day, nor sleep by night, and, as soon as they came to that part of the forest where they intended hunting, he rode beside her; he never quitted her all day; he said a thousand tender things to her; in fact, he was so devoted that Grimaçon, who was trotting behind them on his mastiff, was overjoyed, for he felt sure that the King, as well as being an excellent _parti_, was worthy of her in every respect. When the Queen-mother heard of this, her rage knew no bounds; she caused her chariot to be turned and went straight home. To add to her troubles, a heavy thunderstorm came on, and the rain drenched her to the skin, so that, by the time she arrived at the palace, she was almost beside herself. On the Princess’s return that afternoon she was summoned to the Queen’s apartments, where she found her Majesty in a towering rage. She stormed and raved, she called her by a thousand bad names, she would not hear a word the poor girl had to say, and, at last, flung herself upon a couch, breathless with anger. “And what is the reason of your Majesty’s displeasure?” inquired Moonflower, terrified. “May I be informed of my offence?” “Intriguing hussy!” cried the Queen, “you know too well! But you will never be mistress here—the King has too much sense to stoop to such an alliance!” “Madam!” exclaimed Moonflower, “I do not understand you.” “Oh, indeed,” replied the Queen, ironically, “so you don’t know what I mean. I mean that you are trying to entangle the affections of my son, the King, with your soft looks and sly ways; but, believe me, such unmaidenly conduct will never succeed.” When the Princess heard these cruel words she was ready to die of mortification and misery, and her anger against the Queen grew almost beyond her control. “Ah!” she cried, “what a cruel position I am in, and who is there that will help me?” Then she suddenly bethought herself of the stream, and, without waiting to reflect whether she was right or wrong in her impulse, she cried, “River rise and river fall, Send the help for which I call.” and, as she said this, she wished in her heart that the stream might rise and drown the Queen. Immediately a voice was heard to say, “Unhappy Princess, why have you neglected my warning?” And a fountain in the garden below the windows of the Queen’s apartments began throwing itself higher and higher into the air until it dashed against the casement, breaking the glass, and pouring into the room.