as a wolf, and brutal as a bull; take,
therefore, the shape of those beasts whom you resemble!"

With horror, the prince felt himself being transformed into a monster.
He tried to rush upon the fairy and kill her, but she had vanished with
her words. As he stood, her voice came from the air, saying, sadly,
"Learn to conquer your pride by being in submission to your own
subjects." At the same moment, Prince Cherry felt himself being
transported to a distant forest, where he was set down by a clear
stream. In the water he saw his own terrible image; he had the head of
a lion, with bull's horns, the feet of a wolf, and a tail like a
serpent. And as he gazed in horror, the fairy's voice whispered, "Your
soul has become more ugly than your shape is; you yourself have
deformed it."

The poor beast rushed away from the sound of her words, but in a moment
he stumbled into a trap, set by bear-catchers. When the trappers found
him they were delighted to have caught a curiosity, and they
immediately dragged him to the palace courtyard. There he heard the
whole court buzzing with gossip. Prince Cherry had been struck by
lightning and killed, was the news, and the five favorite courtiers had
struggled to make themselves rulers, but the people had refused them,
and offered the crown to Suliman, the good old tutor.

Even as he heard this, the prince saw Suliman on the steps of the
palace, speaking to the people. "I will take the crown to keep in
trust," he said. "Perhaps the prince is not dead."

"He was a bad king; we do not want him back," said the people.

"I know his heart," said Suliman, "it is not all bad; it is tainted,
but not corrupt; perhaps he will repent and come back to us a good
king."

When the beast heard this, it touched him so much that he stopped
tearing at his chains, and became gentle. He let his keepers lead him
away to the royal menagerie without hurting them.

Life was very terrible to the prince, now, but he began to see that he
had brought all his sorrow on himself, and he tried to bear it
patiently. The worst to bear was the cruelty of the keeper. At last,
one night, this keeper was in great danger; a tiger got loose, and
attacked him. "Good enough! Let him die!" thought Prince Cherry. But
when he saw how helpless the keeper was, he repented, and sprang to
help. He killed the tiger and saved the keeper's life.

As he crouched at the keeper's feet, a voice said, "Good actions never
go