a richer glory,
and a flush of deepest rose ascends over turrets and blossoming trees.
With nightfall, a purple splendor settles over all things while its
peaceful fairies sleep. Set in the midst of it is the home of Prince
Ember, the fairy palace of Good Cheer.

In his favorite room in the palace Prince Ember sat alone, in deep
thought. Spread open upon the table before him was a thick volume,
written in the ancient fairy language, filled with tales of fairy
adventure of a far off time. As he read and pondered them, his heart was
filled with longing that he, too, might go upon some dangerous quest,
might win some noble victory. His domain was quiet. His servants were
happy and at peace. He knew of nothing that could call him forth.

Tall and straight of limb and very handsome was this prince of the Land
of Glowing Embers. Ruddy gold was his hair, like the fire when it glows
most richly. His eyes were bright and kind. The cloak that hung from his
shoulders was deep red and fell over red garments of yet deeper hue.
From his round red cap a black feather drooped to mingle with the glory
of his hair.

As yet he had no princess, for as yet he had seen none who stirred his
heart, though for want of her he was sometimes lonely, even in his
Palace of Good Cheer.

The fairies of his dominions loved him well and served him with zeal,
for none was kinder, none more nobly just, than their own Prince Ember.

Sitting in his palace on this summer evening, he remembered the brave
deeds which Prince Radiance had lately done,--deeds not less splendid
than these which were written in this ancient book.

And while he sighed, because he felt that for him there could be no such
high adventures, Rushing Flame was speeding toward his palace, on the
errand of the King. The messenger gave no heed, in his swift passing,
to the loveliness of the land, but turning neither to right nor left,
came straight to the arched and golden gate that gave entrance to the
gardens of the Prince.

Like an arrow he sped through it and on to the palace door. An Ember
Fairy opened to his knock and, when he told his business, led him
quickly to the Prince.

"Your Highness," he announced, "Rushing Flame is here, with a message
from the King."

"Speak, Rushing Flame," commanded the Prince. "What word do you bring me
from His Majesty?"

"That you will come to him at once," the messenger replied. "There are
important matters that require your presence."