And now the thought came to him that perhaps his original form might have been something very disagreeable, or even horrid.

“But it does not matter,” he said sturdily.  “Whatever I was that shall I be again.  It is not right for any one to retain a form which does not properly belong to him.  I have no doubt I shall discover my original form in the same way that I find the trees in which the wild bees hive.  When I first catch sight of a bee-tree I am drawn towards it, I know not how.  Something says to me:  ’That is what you are looking for.’  In the same way I believe that I shall find my original form.  When I see it, I shall be drawn towards it.  Something will say to me:  ‘That is it.’”

When the Bee-man was rested he started off again, and in about an hour he entered a fair domain.  Around him were beautiful lawns, grand trees, and lovely gardens; while at a little distance stood the stately palace of the Lord of the Domain.  Richly dressed people were walking about or sitting in the shade of the trees and arbors; splendidly caparisoned horses were waiting for their riders; and everywhere were seen signs of opulence and gayety.

“I think,” said the Bee-man to himself, “that I should like to stop here for a time.  If it should happen that I was originally like any of these happy creatures it would please me much.”

He untied his hive, and hid it behind some bushes, and taking off his old doublet, laid that beside it.  It would not do to have his bees flying about him if he wished to go among the inhabitants of this fair domain.

For two days the Bee-man wandered about the palace and its grounds, avoiding notice as much as possible, but looking at every thing.  He saw handsome men and lovely ladies; the finest horses, dogs, and cattle that were ever known; beautiful birds in cages, and fishes in crystal globes, and it seemed to him that the best of all living things were here collected.

At the close of the second day, the Bee-man said to himself:  “There is one being here toward whom I feel very much drawn, and that is the Lord of the Domain.  I cannot feel certain that I was once like him, but it would be a very fine thing if it were so; and it seems impossible for me to be drawn toward any other being in the domain when I look upon him, so handsome, rich, and powerful.  But I must observe him more closely, and feel more sure of the matter, before applying to the sorcerers to change me back into a lord of a fair domain.”

The next morning, the Bee-man saw the Lord of the Domain walking in his gardens.  He slipped along the shady paths, and followed him so as to observe him closely, and find out if he were really drawn toward this noble and handsome being.  The Lord of the Domain walked on for some time, not noticing that the Bee-man was behind him.  But suddenly turning, he saw the little old man.

“What are you doing here, you vile beggar?” he cried; and he gave him a kick that sent him into some bushes that grew by the side of the path.