Now one morning it happened that the Feather-pates were so late in returning to the palace that the Queen, coming into their chamber, found the two beds empty; and just as she had turned away to search for them elsewhere, she heard a noise of wings and saw the two young herons come flying in through the window. Then she saw them take off their feather-skins and hang them up in the closet, and after that go and lie down in their beds so as to look as if they had been there all night. The Queen struck her hands together with horror at the sight, but she crept away softly, so that they did not know they had been found out. But as soon as they were out of their beds and at play in another part of the palace, the Queen went to the closet, and setting fire to the two heron-skins where they hung, burnt them till not a feather of them was left, and only a heap of grey ashes remained to tell what had become of them. At night, when the Feather-pates went to their cupboards and found their skins gone, and saw what had become of them, their grief knew no bounds. They trembled with fear and rage, and tears rained out of their eyes as they beheld themselves deprived of their bird bodies and made into real persons for good and all. “We won’t be real persons!” they cried. But for all their crying they knew no way out of it. They made themselves quite ill with grief; and that night, for the first time since they had found their way to the closet, they stayed where their nurses had put them, and did not even stand up in their beds to go to sleep. There they lay with gasping mouth, and big bird-like eyes all languid with grief, and hollow grey cheeks. Presently their father and mother came seeking for them, wondering why they had not come down to the fish-pond as they were wont. “Where are you, my children?” cried the heron-Princess, putting her head in through the window. “Here we are, both at death’s door!” they cried. “Come and see us die! Our wicked granddam has burnt our feather-skins and made us into real persons for ever and ever, Amen. But we will die rather!” The parent herons, when they heard that, flew in through the window and bent down over the little ones’ beds. The two children reached up their arms. “Give us your feathers!” they cried. “We shall die if you don’t! We _will_ die if you don’t! O, do!” But still the parent birds hesitated, nor knew what to do. “Bend down, and let me whisper something!” said the boy to his father: and “Bend down, and whisper!” cried the girl to her mother. And father and mother bent down over the faces of their sick children. Then these, both together, caught hold of them, and crying, “Human heart, and human form, exchange with the grey heron!” pulled off their parents’ feather-skins, and put them upon themselves. And there once more stood Prince Heron and the Princess in human shape, while the two children had turned into herons in their place.