The silver armor was as bright as the day he
donned it, nor was there a dent in his untarnished shield. The sword
that had done such good service he held lightly in his hand, and the
horse now and then neighed softly and turned to look at him with
affectionate eyes.
Seseley began to tremble with excitement, and Berna and Helda stared
at the prince with big round eyes.
But, after all, they saw nothing so remarkable as they expected. For
presently--and it all happened in a flash--Prince Marvel was gone from
their midst, and a handsome, slender-limbed deer darted from the bower
and was quickly lost in the thick forest. On the ground lay a sheet
of bark and a twig from a tree, and beside them was Lady Seseley's
white velvet cloak.
Then the three girls each drew a long breath and looked into one
another's eyes, and, while thus engaged, a peal of silvery laughter
sounded in their ears and made them spring quickly to their feet.
Before them stood a tiny and very beautiful fairy, clothed in floating
gossamer robes of rose and pearl color, and with eyes sparkling like
twin stars.
"Prince Marvel!" exclaimed the three, together.
"No, indeed!" cried the fairy, with a pretty little pout.
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