Prince Cheri at break of day perceived a handsome young man, from whom he learned where the singing-apple was to be found:  but after travelling some time without seeing any sign of it, he saw a poor turtle-dove fall at his feet almost dead.  He took pity on it, and restored it, when it said, “Good-day, handsome Cheri, you are destined to save my life, and I to do you signal service.  You are come to seek for the singing-apple:  it is guarded by a terrible dragon.”  The Dove then led him to a place where he found a suit of armour, all of glass:  and by her advice he put it on, and boldly went to meet the dragon.  The two-headed monster came bounding along, fire issuing from his throat; but when he saw his alarming figure multiplied in the Prince’s mirrors he was frightened in his turn.  He stopped, and looking fiercely at the Prince, apparently laden with dragons, he took flight and threw himself into a deep chasm.  The Prince then found the tree, which was surrounded with human bones, and breaking off an apple, prepared to return to the Princess.  She had never slept during his absence, and ran to meet him eagerly.

When the wicked Feintise heard the sweet singing of the apple, her grief was excessive, for instead of doing harm to these lovely children, she only did them good by her perfidious counsels.  She allowed some days to pass by without showing herself; and then once more made the Princess unhappy by saying that the dancing-water and the singing-apple were useless without the little green bird that tells everything.

Cheri again set out, and after some trouble learnt that this bird was to be found on the top of a frightful rock, in a frozen climate.  At length, at dawn of day, he perceived the rock, which was very high and very steep, and upon the summit of it was the bird, speaking like an oracle, telling wonderful things.  He thought that with a little dexterity it would be easy to catch it, for it seemed very tame.  He got off his horse, and climbed up very quietly.  He was so close to the green bird that he thought he could lay hands on it, when suddenly the rock opened and he fell into a spacious hall, and became as motionless as a statue; he could neither stir, nor utter a complaint at his deplorable situation.  Three hundred knights, who had made the same attempt, were in the same state.  To look at each other was the only thing permitted them.

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The time seemed so long to Belle-Etoile, and still no signs of her beloved Cheri, that she fell dangerously ill; and in the hopes of curing her, Petit-Soleil resolved to seek him.

But he too was swallowed up by the rock and fell into the great hall.  The first person he saw was Cheri, but he could not speak to him; and Prince Heureux, following soon after, met with the same fate as the other two.

When Feintise was aware that the third Prince was gone, she was exceedingly delighted at the success of her plan; and when Belle-Etoile, inconsolable at finding not one of her brothers return, reproached herself for their loss, and resolved to follow them, she was quite overjoyed.