be Narcissus.
The Prince was more distracted than ever, and tried vainly to escape
from the castle, by leaping from the roof into the clouds; but every
time they caught him, and rolling softly up, brought him back to the
place from which he started, so at last he gave up the attempt and
waited with desperate patience for the return of Melinette. Meanwhile
matters were advancing rapidly in the court of King Cloverleaf, for the
Queen quite made up her mind that such a beauty as Potentilla must be
got out of the way as quickly as possible. So she sent for the Enchanter
secretly, and after making him promise that he would never turn herself
and King Cloverleaf out of their kingdom, and that he would take
Potentilla far away, so that never again might she set eyes upon her,
she arranged the wedding for the next day but one.

You may imagine how Potentilla lamented her sad fate, and entreated to
be spared. All the comfort she could get out of Frivola was, that if she
preferred a cup of poison to a rich husband she would certainly provide
her with one.

When, then, the fatal day came the unhappy Potentilla was led into the
great hall between the King and Queen, the latter wild with envy at the
murmurs of admiration which rose on all sides at the loveliness of the
Princess. An instant later in came Grumedan by the opposite door. His
hair stood on end, and he wore a huge bag-purse and a cravat tied in a
bow, his mantle was made of a shower of silver coins with a lining of
rose colour, and his delight in his own appearance knew no bounds.
That any Princess could prefer a cup of poison to himself never for an
instant occurred to him. Nevertheless, that was what did happen, for
when Queen Frivola in jest held out the fatal cup to the Princess, she
took it eagerly, crying:

'Ah! beloved Narcissus, I come to thee!' and was just raising it to
her lips when the window of the great hall burst open, and the Fairy
Melinette floated in upon a glowing sunset cloud, followed by the Prince
himself:

All the court looked on in dazzled surprise, while Potentilla, catching
sight of her lover, dropped the cup and ran joyfully to meet him.

The Enchanter's first thought was to defend himself when he saw
Melinette appear, but she slipped round his blind side, and catching him
by the eyelashes dragged him off to the ceiling of the hall, where
she held him kicking for a while just to give him a lesson, and then
touching him with her wand she i