nd Sir Richard Byrde.
He learnt to fly long ago. He can fetch her through the air. Have a
garden I must and will. This Canterbury bell shall be planted
immediately." So the half-dozen gardeners were straightway sent off to
plant it.

Meanwhile Sir Richard Byrde had arrived at the palace, having been sent
for by an express messenger. He looked splendid in a knightly garb of
russet brown.

"What is your will, your Majesty?" said he, bowing low before the King.

"Fly through the air and fetch me the Princess Mary Radiant," said the
King. "For if she will smile on my back-yard, it will be turned into a
garden."

Sir Richard Byrde bowed low before the King.

"I go," he said . . . and went.

He had not flown many leagues from the palace when he began to realise
that he might fly and fly, and never find the Princess Mary Radiant.

"I wish I knew the way," he cried.

Then to him as to Sir Hunny Bee appeared the little old man.

"Fly over cloud and through air for seven times seven leagues," said
he, "till you come to a large gate-post on which is hung a sign-board.
Follow the directions on the sign-board, and all will be well. By the
way, you had better take this parcel with you, and open it when you
reach the gate-post," and flinging a little parcel on the ground, the
little old man disappeared. Sir Richard Byrde picked up the parcel,
which was smaller than the smallest seed, and flew on over cloud and
through air for seven times seven leagues. There, just as the old man
had said, was the gate-post and the sign-board. He, too, read the
directions:--

THE GARDEN OF THE PRINCESS MARY RADIANT

No man shall be admitted here,
Till he a fine doth pay.
And he that will not pay the fine,
From hence must fly away.

By him that rides here over land,
A silver bell is paid.
He that flies hither through the air,
Must bring a dark-faced maid.
While he that through the sea doth swim,
Must bring a cockle-shell with him.
By order, M. R.

"'He that flies hither through the air,
Must bring a dark-faced maid,'

but I have not one!" he cried. Then he remembered the old man's
parcel. He opened it and found inside a little egg-shaped doll with a
brown face. He paid this dark-faced maid to the little old man, who
had suddenly appeared from nowhere, and who, putting the maid into his
hat, led the Knight into the garden.

As the garden had appeared to Sir Hunny Bee, so did it