the Kinglet, delighted with this change of tone,
and he drew them from his bosom. Ludovine fastened one in his
button-hole and the other round his arm. 'Now,' she said, 'you are my
lord and master, and I will marry you at your good pleasure.'

'You are kinder than I thought,' said John; 'and you shall never be
unhappy, for I love you.'

'Then, my little husband, tell me how you managed to carry me so quickly
to the ends of the world.'

The little soldier scratched his head. 'Does she really mean to marry
me,' he thought to himself, 'or is she only trying to deceive me again?'

But Ludovine repeated, 'Won't you tell me?' in such a tender voice he
did not know how to resist her.

'After all,' he said to himself, 'what does it matter telling her the
secret, as long as I don't give her the cloak.'

And he told her the virtue of the red mantle.

'Oh dear, how tired I am!' sighed Ludovine. 'Don't you think we had
better take a nap? And then we can talk over our plans.'

She stretched herself on the grass, and the Kinglet did the same. He
laid his head on his left arm, round which the scarf was tied, and was
soon fast asleep.

Ludovine was watching him out of one eye, and no sooner did she hear him
snore than she unfastened the mantle, drew it gently from under him and
wrapped it round her, took the purse from his pocket, and put it in
hers, and said: 'I wish I was back in my own room.' In another moment
she was there.

VII

Who felt foolish but John, when he awoke, twenty-four hours after, and
found himself without purse, without mantle, and without Princess? He
tore his hair, he beat his breast, he trampled on the bouquet, and tore
the scarf of the traitress to atoms.

Besides this he was very hungry, and he had nothing to eat.

He thought of all the wonderful things his grandmother had told him when
he was a child, but none of them helped him now. He was in despair, when
suddenly he looked up and saw that the tree under which he had been
sleeping was a superb plum, covered with fruit as yellow as gold.

'Here goes for the plums,' he said to himself, 'all is fair in war.'

He climbed the tree and began to eat steadily. But he had hardly
swallowed two plums when, to his horror, he felt as if something was
growing on his forehead. He put up his hand and found that he had two
horns!

He leapt down from the tree and rushed to a stream that flowed close
by. Alas! there was no escape: two charming little h