And out of the grey heron-skins came two human forms; the one was the Princess restored again to her own shape, but the other was a beautiful youth, with a bird-like look about the eyes, and long slender limbs. The Princess, as she gazed on him, found hardly any change, for love remained the same, binding him close to her heart; and, grey heron or beautiful youth, he was all one to her now. Then came the Queen, weeping for joy, and embracing them both, and after them, the Fairy. “O, how good an ending,” she cried, “has come to that terrible dream! Let it never be remembered or mentioned between us more!” And she began to lead the way back to the palace. But the youth, to whom the Fairy gave the name of Prince Heron, turned and took up the two heron-skins which he and his wife had let fall, and followed, carrying them upon his arm. And as they came past the bed of reeds, the Princess went aside, and, stooping down in a certain place drew out from thence something which she came carrying, softly wrapped in the folds of her gown. With what rejoicing the Princess and her husband were welcomed by the King and all the Court needs not to be told. For a whole month the festivities continued; and whenever she showed herself, there was the Princess sitting with two eggs in her lap, and her hands over them to keep them warm. The King was impatient. “Why cannot you send them down to the poultry yard to be hatched?” he said. But the Princess replied smiling, “My moons are my own, and I will keep them to myself.” “Do you hear?” she said one day, at last; and everybody who listened could hear something going “tap, tap,” inside the shells. Presently the eggs cracked, and out of each, at the same moment, came a little grey heron. When she saw that they were herons, the Queen wrung her hands. “O, Fairy,” she cried, “what a disappointment is this! I had hoped two beautiful babies would have come out of those shells.” But the Fairy said, “It is no matter. Half of their hearts are human already; birds’ hearts do not beat so. If you wish it, I can change them.” So she stroked them softly with her wand, saying to each, “Human heart, and human form, come out of the grey heron!” Yet she had to stroke them three times before they would turn; and she said to the Princess, “My dear, you were too satisfied with your lot when you laid these eggs. I doubt if more than a quarter of them is human.” “I was very satisfied,” said the Princess, and she laughed across to her husband. At last, however, on the third stroke of the wand, the heron’s skins dropped off, and they changed into a pair of very small babies, a boy and a girl. But the difference between them and other children was, that instead of hair, their heads were covered with a fluff of downy grey feathers; also they had queer, round, bird-like eyes, and were able to sleep standing.