ok tells of a very remarkable bird called a Nightingale," said
the Emperor. "They say it is the finest thing in my empire. Why has no
one told me about it before?"

"I have never heard anyone mention it before, myself," replied the
Chamberlain. "I don't remember that it has ever been presented at
Court."

"I command it to appear at Court and sing before me to-night," said
the Emperor. "All the world knows what I possess, it appears, except
myself."

"I have never heard of such a thing before," answered the Chamberlain
again, "but I will search until it is found."

But where was it? The Chamberlain searched up and down the palace,
through corridors and up staircases, but he could not find anyone who
had even heard of a nightingale. Then he hastened back to the Emperor
to say that it must certainly be an invention of the man who had
written the book.

"Your Imperial Majesty will scarcely credit the sort of things these
people will write," he said. "It is all fiction and something called
Black Art."

"But the great and mighty Mikado of Japan has sent me this book!"
shouted the Emperor, very much annoyed, "and, therefore, there cannot
be anything that is false in it. I must and shall hear the
Nightingale, and I command it to be present this evening. It has my
especial Royal favour, and if it is not here, the whole Court shall be
trampled upon by camels after supper."

"Tching Pe!" exclaimed the Chamberlain, very much alarmed, and raced
up and down stairs and through all the corridors again, accompanied
now by half the Court, who were not at all anxious to be trampled
upon, even after supper. It was a great search after this wonderful
Nightingale, of which all the world had heard, except the Emperor and
his courtiers.

At length they came to the kitchen, where a poor little scullery-maid
at once exclaimed:

"Why, yes, I know it well; and it sings beautifully! Every evening I
have permission to take the kitchen scraps to my sick mother, who
lives down on the sea-shore, and often, as I come back, I rest in the
wood and listen to the Nightingale, Its song makes my eyes fill with
tears, and I seem to be able to feel my mother's kisses."

"Little girl," the Chamberlain said, "if you will take us straight to
where the Nightingale lives you shall receive a high appointment in
the Royal kitchen, and be allowed to see the Emperor dine every night.
His Majesty has commanded it to sing before him this evening."

So the