The Princess, with her eyes set free, laughed for joy at the sight of him. She stretched out her arms from the bank and cried most musically for the bird to come to her; and he came in grave stately fashion, with trailing legs, and slow sobbing creak of his wings, and settled down on the bank beside her. She drew his slender neck against her white throat, and laughed and cried with her arms round him, loving him so that she forgot all in the world beside. And the heron looked gravely at her with kind eyes, and, bird-like, gave her all the love he could, but not more; and so, presently, casting his grey wings abroad, lifted himself and sailed slowly back to his fishing among the reeds. The waiting-woman had got herself out of the water, and stood wringing her clothes and her hands beside the Princess. “O, sweet mistress,” she cried, with lamentation, “now is all the evil come about which it was our whole aim to avoid! And what, and what will the Queen your mother say?” But the Princess answered, smiling, “Foolish girl, I had no thought of what happiness meant till now! See you where my love is gone? and did you notice the bend of his neck, and the exceeding length of his legs, and the stretch of his grey wings as he flew? This pond is his hall of mirrors, wherein he sees the reflection of all his world. Surely I, from my hall of mirrors, am the true mate for him!” Her maid, seeing how far the evil had gone, and that no worse could now happen, ran back to the palace and curdled all the court’s blood with her news. The King and the Queen and all their nobility rushed down, and there they found the Princess with the heron once more in her arms, kissing and fondling it with all the marks of a sweet and maidenly passion. “Dear mother,” she said, as soon as she saw the Queen, “the happiness, which you feared would be sorrow, has come; and it is such happiness I have no name for it! And the evil that you so dreaded, see how sweet it is! And how sweet it is to see all the world with my own eyes and you also at last!” And for the first time in her life she kissed her mother’s face in the full light of day. But her mother hung sobbing upon her neck, “O, my darling, my beautiful,” she wept, “does your heart belong for ever to this grey bird?” Her daughter answered, “He is more than all the world to me! Is he not goodly to look upon? Have you considered the bend of his neck, the length of his legs, and the waving of his wings; his skill also when he fishes: what imagination, what presence of mind!” “Alas, alas,” sorrowed the Queen, “dear daughter, is this all true to you?” “Mother,” cried the Princess, clinging to her with entreaty, “is all the world blind but me?”