he most
lovely pearl. He travelled day and night with this flower till he
arrived at the castle. When he came within a hundred paces of it he did
not cease to be able to move, but he went on till he reached the gate.
He was delighted at his success, touched the great gate with the flower,
and it sprung open. He entered, passed through the courtyard, and then
stopped to listen for the singing of the birds; at last he heard it. He
went in and found the hall in which was the enchantress, and with her
seven thousand birds in their wicker cages. When she saw Joringel she
was furious, and breathed out poison and gall at him, but she could not
move a step towards him. He took no notice of her, and went and looked
over the cages of birds; but there were many hundred nightingales, and
how was he to find his Jorinde from among them? Whilst he was
considering, he observed the old witch take up a cage secretly and go
with it towards the door. Instantly he sprang after her, touched the
cage with the flower, and the old woman as well. Now she could no longer
work enchantments, and there stood Jorinde before him, with her arms
round his neck, and more beautiful than ever. Then he turned all the
other birds again into maidens, and he went home with his Jorinde, and
they lived a long and happy life.

[Illustration]

Grimm.

_ALLERLEIRAUH; OR, THE MANY-FURRED CREATURE_

There was once upon a time a King who had a wife with golden hair, and
she was so beautiful that you couldn't find anyone like her in the
world. It happened that she fell ill, and when she felt that she must
soon die, she sent for the King, and said, 'If you want to marry after
my death, make no one queen unless she is just as beautiful as I am, and
has just such golden hair as I have. Promise me this.' After the King
had promised her this, she closed her eyes and died.

For a long time the King was not to be comforted, and he did not even
think of taking a second wife. At last his councillors said, 'The King
_must_ marry again, so that we may have a queen.' So messengers were
sent far and wide to seek for a bride equal to the late Queen in beauty.
But there was no one in the wide world, and if there had been she could
not have had such golden hair. Then the messengers came home again, not
having been able to find a queen.

Now, the King had a daughter, who was just as beautiful as her dead
mother, and had just such golden hair. One day when she had gro