moment when the King gave himself up to despair, he was passing
through the wood for the eighth time, and called, as he had done
all over the world:

'Charming! King Charming! Are you here?'

The King at once recognised his friend's voice, and answered very
faintly:

'I am here.'

The Enchanter looked all round him, but could see nothing, and
then the King said again:

'I am a Blue Bird.'

Then the Enchanter found him in an instant, and seeing his
pitiable condition, ran hither and thither without a word, until
he had collected a handful of magic herbs, with which, and a few
incantations, he speedily made the King whole and sound again.

'Now,' said he, 'let me hear all about it. There must be a
Princess at the bottom of this.'

'There are two!' answered King Charming, with a wry smile.

And then he told the whole story, accusing Fiordelisa of having
betrayed the secret of his visits to make her peace with the
Queen, and indeed saying a great many hard things about her
fickleness and her deceitful beauty, and so on. The Enchanter