her train as she dances, and another sits perched on the tip of the dragon's curled tail."
At this the princess quivered like a willow tree and was obliged to seek her apartments. When there, she recovered herself, and placing a blossom on her exquisite eyebrow, commanded that all those of whom she had inquired concerning the cat should be brought before her. When they appeared she looked at them very severely and said:
"You have all told me different stories when I have asked you: 'What about the cat?' Which of these stories is true?"
No one answered. All trembled and paled.
"They are all untrue," announced the princess.
She lifted her arm and there crawled out of her sleeve her white cat. It had been there all the time.
Then the courtly chamberlain advanced towards her, kotowing three times. "Princess," said he, "would a story be a story if it were true? Would you have been as well entertained this morning if, instead of our stories, we, your unworthy servants, had simply told you that the cat was up your sleeve?"
The princess lost her severity in hilarity. "Thank you, my dear servants," said she. "I appreciate your desire to amuse me."
