“That is more than I know,” said the Junior Sorcerer.  “But one thing is certain—­you ought to be changed back.  If you will find out what you have been transformed from, I will see that you are made all right again.  Nothing would please me better than to attend to such a case.”

And, having a great many things to study and investigate, the Junior Sorcerer went his way.

This information greatly disturbed the mind of the Bee-man.  If he had been changed from something else, he ought to be that other thing, whatever it was.  He ran after the young man, and overtook him.

“If you know, kind sir,” he said, “that I have been transformed, you surely are able to tell me what it is that I was.”

“No,” said the Junior Sorcerer, “my studies have not proceeded far enough for that.  When I become a senior I can tell you all about it.  But, in the meantime, it will be well for you to try to discover for yourself your original form, and when you have done that, I will get some of the learned masters of my art to restore you to it.  It will be easy enough to do that, but you could not expect them to take the time and trouble to find out what it was.”

And, with these words, he hurried away, and was soon lost to view.

Greatly disquieted, the Bee-man retraced his steps, and went to his hut.  Never before had he heard any thing which had so troubled him.

“I wonder what I was transformed from?” he thought, seating himself on his rough bench.  “Could it have been a giant, or a powerful prince, or some gorgeous being whom the magicians or the fairies wished to punish?  It may be that I was a dog or a horse, or perhaps a fiery dragon or a horrid snake.  I hope it was not one of these.  But, whatever it was, every one has certainly a right to his original form, and I am resolved to find out mine.  I will start early to-morrow morning, and I am sorry now that I have not more pockets to my old doublet, so that I might carry more bees and more honey for my journey.”

He spent the rest of the day in making a hive of twigs and straw, and, having transferred to this a number of honey-combs and a colony of bees which had just swarmed, he rose before sunrise the next day, and having put on his leathern doublet, and having bound his new hive to his back, he set forth on his quest; the bees who were to accompany him buzzing around him like a cloud.

As the Bee-man passed through the little village the people greatly wondered at his queer appearance, with the hive upon his back.  “The Bee-man is going on a long expedition this time,” they said; but no one imagined the strange business on which he was bent.  About noon he sat down under a tree, near a beautiful meadow covered with blossoms, and ate a little honey.  Then he untied his hive and stretched himself out on the grass to rest.  As he gazed upon his bees hovering about him, some going out to the blossoms in the sunshine, and some returning laden with the sweet pollen, he said to himself, “They know just what they have to do, and they do it; but alas for me!  I know not what I may have to do.  And yet, whatever it may be, I am determined to do it.  In some way or other I will find out what was my original form, and then I will have myself changed back to it.”