will happen. As we
were discoursing with each other on the affairs of the palace, he said
to me--"

The children and the swallows were listening now with redoubled
attention, and even the young swallows were thrusting their little
bald heads so far out of their nests, that they were in great peril of
falling.

"'The only one who is able to persuade the king,' said the cuckoo to
me, 'is the Bird of Truth, who speaks the language of men, although
they for the most part do not know truth, and do not wish to
understand it.' 'And this bird, where is it?' I asked the cuckoo.
'This bird,' he answered, 'is in the castle of Go and Return Not; the
castle is guarded by a ferocious giant who only sleeps one quarter of
an hour in the day. If when he wakes up any one should be within reach
of his tremendous arm, he seizes and swallows him as we should a
mosquito.'"

"And where is this castle?" inquired the inquisitive Beatrice.

"That is what I do not know," responded her friend; "all that I know
about it is, that not far from it is a tower in which dwells a wicked
witch, who knows the way and will point it out to any one who will
bring her from the fountain that flows there, the Water of Many
Colours, which water she makes use of in her enchantments. But I
should also tell you that she would like to destroy the Bird of Truth,
though as no one is able to kill this bird, what she and her friend,
the giant, do is to keep it a prisoner guarded by the Birds of
Falsehood who will not let it speak a single word."

"Then will nobody be able to inform the poor queen's son where they
have hidden the Bird of Truth?" inquired the country swallows.

"Nobody," replied the city bird, "but a pious red owl, who lives as a
hermit in the desert, but who knows no more of the language of men
then the word 'Cross,' which he learned when, at Calvary, he beheld
the Crucifixion of the Redeemer, and which he has never ceased from
sorrowfully repeating. And thus he will not be able to understand the
prince, even supposing the impossible event should ever happen of the
boy finding him out. But, my dear friends, I must say good-bye, for I
have spent the whole afternoon in this pleasant chat. The sun is
seeking his nest in the depths of the sea, and I am going to seek
mine, where my little ones will be wondering what has happened to me.
Good-bye, friend Beatrice."

So saying, the swallow took to flight, and the children in their joy,
feeling neither h