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Once
more
she
returned
in
a
similar
manner
;
but
although
he
was
watching
as
eagerly
as
before
,
what
with
fatigue
and
what
with
gazing
,
he
fell
fast
asleep
before
she
came
near
him
.
When
he
awoke
it
was
broad
daylight
,
and
the
princess
was
nowhere
.
He
could
not
leave
the
place
.
What
if
she
should
come
the
next
night
!
He
would
gladly
endure
a
day
’
s
hunger
to
see
her
yet
again
:
he
would
buckle
his
belt
quite
tight
.
He
walked
round
the
glade
to
see
if
he
could
discover
any
prints
of
her
feet
.
But
the
grass
was
so
short
,
and
her
steps
had
been
so
light
,
that
she
had
not
left
a
single
trace
behind
her
.
He
walked
half
-
way
round
the
wood
without
seeing
anything
to
account
for
her
presence
.
Then
he
spied
a
lovely
little
house
,
with
thatched
roof
and
low
eaves
,
surrounded
by
an
exquisite
garden
,
with
doves
and
peacocks
walking
in
it
.
Of
course
this
must
be
where
the
gracious
lady
who
loved
the
moonlight
lived
.
Forgetting
his
appearance
,
he
walked
towards
the
door
,
determined
to
make
inquiries
,
but
as
he
passed
a
little
pond
full
of
gold
and
silver
fishes
,
he
caught
sight
of
himself
and
turned
to
find
the
door
to
the
kitchen
.
There
he
knocked
,
and
asked
for
a
piece
of
bread
.
The
good
-
natured
cook
brought
him
in
,
and
gave
him
an
excellent
breakfast
,
which
the
prince
found
nothing
the
worse
for
being
served
in
the
kitchen
.
While
he
ate
,
he
talked
with
his
entertainer
,
and
learned
that
this
was
the
favourite
retreat
of
the
Princess
Daylight
.
But
he
learned
nothing
more
,
both
because
he
was
afraid
of
seeming
inquisitive
,
and
because
the
cook
did
not
choose
to
be
heard
talking
about
her
mistress
to
a
peasant
lad
who
had
begged
for
his
breakfast
.
As
he
rose
to
take
his
leave
,
it
occurred
to
him
that
he
might
not
be
so
far
from
the
old
woman
’
s
cottage
as
he
had
thought
,
and
he
asked
the
cook
whether
she
knew
anything
of
such
a
place
,
describing
it
as
well
as
he
could
.
She
said
she
knew
it
well
enough
,
adding
with
a
smile
—
“
It
’
s
there
you
’
re
going
,
is
it
?
”
“
Yes
,
if
it
’
s
not
far
off
.
”
“
It
’
s
not
more
than
three
miles
.
But
mind
what
you
are
about
,
you
know
.
”
“
Why
do
you
say
that
?
”
“
If
you
’
re
after
any
mischief
,
she
’
ll
make
you
repent
it
.
”
“
The
best
thing
that
could
happen
under
the
circumstances
,
”
remarked
the
prince
.
