Two O’clock· The _Black Cock_ crowed; The _Moon_ was bright; The _Red Cock_ answered Through the night. [Sidenote: ●] _Big Gretchen_, sleeping, Turned in bed, And tossed her arms Above her head. [Sidenote: ☽] The old _Hound_ stretched. And, breathing deep, He settled down Again to sleep. [Sidenote: ○] [Illustration: The Water of Life.] II. Once upon a time there was an old king who had a faithful servant. There was nobody in the whole world like him, and this was why: around his wrist he wore an armlet that fitted as close as the skin. There were words on the golden band; on one side they said: “WHO THINKS TO WEAR ME ON HIS ARM MUST LACK BOTH GUILE AND THOUGHT OF HARM.” And on the other side they said: “I AM FOR ONLY ONE AND HE SHALL BE AS STRONG AS TEN CAN BE.” At last the old king felt that his end was near, and he called the faithful servant to him and besought him to serve and aid the young king who was to come as he had served and aided the old king who was to go. The faithful servant promised that which was asked, and then the old king closed his eyes and folded his hands and went the way that those had travelled who had gone before him. Well, one day a stranger came to that town from over the hills and far away. With him he brought a painted picture, but it was all covered with a curtain so that nobody could see what it was. He drew aside the curtain and showed the picture to the young king, and it was a likeness of the most beautiful princess in the whole world; for her eyes were as black as a crow’s wing, her cheeks were as red as apples, and her skin as white as snow. Moreover, the picture was so natural that it seemed as though it had nothing to do but to open its lips and speak. The young king just sat and looked and looked. “Oh me!” said he, “I will never rest content until I have such a one as that for my own.” “Then listen!” said the stranger, “this is a likeness of the princess that lives over beyond the three rivers. A while ago she had a wise bird on which she doted, for it knew everything that happened in the world, so that it could tell the princess whatever she wanted to know. But now the bird is dead, and the princess does nothing but grieve for it day and night. She keeps the dead bird in a glass casket, and has promised to marry whoever will bring a cup of water from the Fountain of Life, so that the bird may be brought back to life again.” That was the story the stranger told, and then he jogged on the way he was going, and I, for one, do not know whither it led.