twelve he woke, and his heart sank as he came down
out of his tree and saw them laying the table for dinner.

'Did the Princess come?' he asked.

'Yes, indeed, she did. She left this flower-coloured scarf for you; said
she would pass by to-morrow at seven o'clock, but it would be the last
time.'

'I must have been bewitched,' thought the little soldier. Then he took
the scarf, which had a strange kind of scent, and tied it round his left
arm, thinking all the while that the best way to keep awake was not to
go to bed at all. So he paid his bill, and bought a horse with the money
that remained, and when the evening came he mounted his horse and stood
in front of the inn door, determined to stay there all night.

Every now and then he stooped to smell the sweet perfume of the scarf
round his arm; and gradually he smelt it so often that at last his head
sank on to the horse's neck, and he and his horse snored in company.

When the Princess arrived, they shook him, and beat him, and screamed at
him, but it was all no good. Neither man nor horse woke till the coach
was seen vanishing away in the distance.

Then John put spurs to his horse, calling with all his might 'Stop!
stop!' But the coach drove on as before, and though the little soldier
rode after it for a day and a night, he never got one step nearer.

Thus they left many villages and towns behind them, till they came to
the sea itself. Here John thought that at last the coach must stop, but,
wonder of wonders! it went straight on, and rolled over the water as
easily as it had done over the land. John's horse, which had carried him
so well, sank down from fatigue, and the little soldier sat sadly on the
shore, watching the coach which was fast disappearing on the horizon.

III

However, he soon plucked up his spirits again, and walked along the
beach to try and find a boat in which he could sail after the Princess.
But no boat was there, and at last, tired and hungry, he sat down to
rest on the steps of a fisherman's hut.

In the hut was a young girl who was mending a net. She invited John to
come in, and set before him some wine and fried fish, and John ate and
drank and felt comforted, and he told his adventures to the little
fisher-girl. But though she was very pretty, with a skin as white as a
gull's breast, for which her neighbours gave her the name of the
Seagull, he did not think about her at all, for he was dreaming of the
green eyes of the Pri