“Very well,” said Arago, nodding his head; “only take care you don’t spoil the pavement.” Duldy laughed, and while some of the courtiers went out to bring in the Princess, he removed a portion of the carpet, then piling up the pine cones in a little heap, he set them on fire. While he was doing this, the waters of the fountain kept changing to all sorts of colours, and at last every tint faded into a bright yellow, which looked like liquid gold, and breathed a strong perfume, nearly sending Duldy to sleep. However, he pinched himself to keep awake, and attended to his fire, which was now glowing red-hot, while the King and the courtiers all looked on with great curiosity, being much astonished at the change of the Fountain of Jewels. The Princess was brought in, sleeping on her couch of purple, with a cloth of gold coverlet thrown over her, and she looked truly beautiful, with her black hair falling in disorder over the couch, and her rose-tinted cheek supported by one hand, while the other was pressed on her faintly beating heart. Duldy fell more in love with her than ever, but, suppressing all outward signs of his passion, he ordered her couch to be placed midway between the fire and the throne. The pine cones were now a small heap of red-hot embers, so Duldy took out the golden box given to him by Salamander, and began to sing, while he sprinkled some of the powder from the box upon the fire,— “O my lovely Princess sleeping, By the spells of evil chained, At thy side I’m vigil keeping, Longing, hoping, smiling, weeping, While the day hath slowly waned. In thy sleep are visions gleaming, Faery visions from above, Yet tho’ lovely be thy dreaming, All these visions are but seeming, Wake once more to life and love. Lovely Princess, I have found thee Sleeping like a night-closed flower, Of my heart I queen have crowned thee, So tho’ evil spells have bound thee, Laugh to scorn all magic power.” Duldy now emptied all the powder on the fire, and a thick violet mist arose, which, trailing along the floor like a sinuous serpent, writhed across to the fountain and commenced to coil around it. Coil after coil it curled around, till it reached the topmost basin, so that the whole fountain could not be seen, but only the slender jet of water which shot out of the violet mist like the yellow horn of a trumpet lily. Duldy, waving his arms towards the fountain, began to sing again,— “I have found her—long I’ve sought her, To my heart this maid I take. Cease thy spells, O river-daughter, Vanish, fountain—vanish, water, Let my Princess fair awake.”