The grey heron was bearing ahead on stronger wing. “With me, with me!” he cried. “If it gets above us, one of us is dead!” But the falcon had fixed his eye on the Princess for his quarry, and flew she fast, or flew she slow, there was little chance for her now. Up and up she strained, but still she was behind her mate, and still the falcon gained. The heron swung back to her side; she saw the anguish and fear of his downward glance as his head ranged by hers. Past her the falcon went, towering for the final swoop. The Princess cried in heron’s language, “Farewell, dear mate, and farewell, two little moons among the reeds!” But the grey heron only kept closer to her side. Overhead the falcon closed in its wings and fell like a dead weight out of the clouds. “Drop!” cried the grey heron to his mate. At his word she dropped; but he stayed, stretching up his wings, and, passing between the descending falcon and its prey, caught in his own body the death-blow from its beak. Drops of his blood fell upon the heron-Princess. He stricken in body, she in soul, together they fell down to the margin of the pool. The falcon still clung fleshing its beak in the neck of its prey. The heron-Princess threw back her head, and, darting furiously, struck her own sharp bill deep into the falcon’s breast. The bird threw out its wings with a hoarse cry and fell back dead, with a little tuft of the grey heron’s feathers still upon its beak. The heron-Princess crouched down, and covered with her wings the dying form of her mate; in her sorrow she spoke to him in her own tongue, forgetting her bird’s language. The grey heron lifted his head, and, gazing tenderly, answered her with a human voice: “Dear wife,” he said, “at last I have the happiness so long denied to me of giving utterance in the speech that is your own to the love that you have put into my heart. Often I have heard you speak and have not understood; now something has touched my heart, and changed it, so that I can both speak and understand.” “O, beloved!” She laid her head down by his. “The ends of the world belong to us now. Lie down, and die gently by my side, and I will die with you, breaking my heart with happiness.” “No,” said the grey heron, “do not die yet! Remember the two little moons that lie in the hollow among the reeds.” Then he laid his head down by hers, being too weak to say more. They folded their wings over each other, and closed their eyes; nor did they know that the Fairy was standing by them, till she stroked them both softly with her wand, saying to each of them the same words: “Human heart, and human form, come out of the grey heron!”