THE BLUE BIRD
face looks so very happy, and he whispers one name again and again: "Florinel Florine!"'
The peasant girl's heart beat hard, and a plan shot like lightning through her mind. She would tell this man everything and he would help her. She knew he would, and she knew also that he would not be blind to his own advantage. Her mind was quickly made up. The four little eggs the Good Fairy had given her were packed in a little box. Taking this from the folds of her dress she took one of them and threw it on the floor.
'I am Florine!' she said. 'And I want your willing help.'
The head valet stared at her in dismay. Then his face changed. He bowed to her with the utmost respect, and said: 'Princess, I am your faithful slave; command me and I will obey.'
'First, then,' said Florine, 'do not give the Prince the draught to-night; and find me an apartment next to his.'
'It shall be done,' replied the valet, and with a low bow he withdrew to make the arrangement.
'Stay!' cried Florine as he was going. 'I forbid you to tell the Prince a word of this. You understand?'
'And obey,' he replied, bowing again and again as he left her presence, walking backwards in respect to high royalty.
That night the Prince, impatient to forget the face of Truitonne, called for his sleeping-draught. The head valet appeared, bearing a flavoured mixture in a crystal goblet on a golden tray. The Prince drank it. By its taste it was the draught, but, by its effect, it was not. No sleep came to him, and the face of Truitonne grew uglier and uglier in his mind. Presently he started up.
'What sound was that?'
It came from the next apartment—the sound of a woman weeping. He listened, and in the stillness of the palace the sound came clearly. He knew that voice: it was the voice of his dear Princess Florine, just as he used to hear it when, as a Blue Bird, he spoke with her at her window.
In a moment he arose and dressed himself in his royal robes.
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