At this moment a syren issued from the water, and said, “Cease your anxiety, let your vessel go where it will; land where it stops.”  The vessel now sailed more quickly.  Suddenly they came in sight of a city so beautiful that they were anxious their vessel should enter the port.  Their wishes were accomplished; they landed, and the shore in a moment was crowded with people, who had observed the magnificence of their ship.  They ran and told the King the news, and as the grand terrace of the Palace looked out upon the sea-shore, he speedily repaired thither.  The Princes, hearing the people say, “There is the King,” looked up, and made a profound obeisance.  He looked earnestly at them, and was as much charmed by the Princess’s beauty, as by the handsome mien of the young Princes.  He ordered his equerry to offer them his protection, and everything that they might require.

The King was so interested about these four children, that he went into the chamber of the Queen, his mother, to tell her of the wonderful stars which shone upon their foreheads, and everything that he admired in them.  She was thunderstruck at it, and was terribly afraid that Feintise had betrayed her, and sent her secretary to enquire about them.  What he told her of their ages confirmed her suspicions.  She sent for Feintise, and threatened to kill her.  Feintise, half dead with terror, confessed all; but promised, if she spared her, that she would still find means to do away with them.  The Queen was appeased; and, indeed, old Feintise did all she could for her own sake.  Taking a guitar, she went and sat down opposite the Princess’s window, and sang a song which Belle-Etoile thought so pretty that she invited her into her chamber.  “My fair child,” said Feintise, “Heaven has made you very lovely, but you yet want one thing—­the dancing-water.  If I had possessed it, you would not have seen a white hair upon my head, nor a wrinkle on my face.  Alas!  I knew this secret too late; my charms had already faded.”  “But where shall I find this dancing-water?” asked Belle-Etoile.  “It is in the luminous forest,” said Feintise.  “You have three brothers; does not any one of them love you sufficiently to go and fetch some?” “My brothers all love me,” said the Princess, “but there is one of them who would not refuse me anything.”  The perfidious old woman retired, delighted at having been so successful.  The Princes, returning from the chase, found Belle-Etoile engrossed by the advice of Feintise.  Her anxiety about it was so apparent, that Cheri, who thought of nothing but pleasing her, soon found out the cause of it, and, in spite of her entreaties, he mounted his white horse, and set out in search of the dancing-water.  When supper-time arrived, and the Princess did not see her brother Cheri, she could neither eat nor drink; and desired he might be sought for everywhere, and sent messengers to find him and bring him back.

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