said he would give him anything he might ask for it.
The Prince answered, "Liberate at once the Rajah's seven sons whom you turned into rocks and stones."
"I will do it at once," said the Magician. And with a wave of his wand Balna's husband and his brothers resumed their natural shapes.
"Now give me the parrot," implored Punchkin.
"Just wait a minute," said the Prince. "You will first restore to life all whom you have thus imprisoned."
This the Magician did immediately, and then, in a trembling voice, cried, "Give me my parrot."
And now the whole garden was alive with people. Where there had been rocks and stones now stood Rajahs, Punts, Sirdars, men on horseback, pages and servants.
"Give me my parrot!" cried Punchkin. But the only reply the boy made was to break off one of its wings, and as he did so the Magician's right arm fell off.
With his left arm outstretched Punchkin
