He was just able to turn with his thumb the ring on his little finger.  Immediately he felt himself lighter and freer than he had ever felt before, and his heart seemed to harden to a steel spring, while a gay and reckless mood came over him.  A wild desire to fly took possession of him at the same time, and it seemed as if he were only fourteen years old once more.  Some strange force impelled him aloft into the air, to which he yielded, spreading the two large wings, that he suddenly found himself in possession of, as naturally as if he had used them all his life.  He soon felt the feathers on his back stroked by the clouds, and yet he saw everything below him on the earth more distinctly than ever before.  Even the smallest things appeared perfectly clear to his sharpened eyes, and yet he seemed to see them as if reflected in a brilliant mirror.  He could distinguish even the hairs on the rat and suddenly another impulse came over him—­the impulse to stoop down and catch the long-tailed vermin in his beak and claws.  Wendelin had been changed into a falcon, and the rat struggled in vain to escape his powerful attack.

The prisoner had followed the combat first with anxiety, then with joy.  While the falcon held the rat in his claws and struck him with his beak again and again, she called the squire to her, and bade him free her from her chains.  This was no distasteful task for George, indeed it gave him so much pleasure that he was in no hurry to finish.

When at last all her bonds were loosened, she stood very erect, and lifted her arms, and each moment seemed to make her more lovely and more beautiful.  Then she grasped the circle of emeralds, about which the enchanter had wound her golden hair, and waving it high in the air, cried:  “Falcon, return to the shape you were before.  Misdral, hear thy sentence!”

Wendelin assumed immediately his knightly guise, which seemed very clumsy to him after having been a falcon.  The rat lengthened itself and expanded until it was once more the giant covered with pumicestone; it walked no longer erect, however, but crawled along the ground at the feet of the beautiful woman, whimpering and howling like a whipped cur.  She then said to it:  “At last I possess the emerald circlet, in which resides your power over me.  I can destroy you, but my name is Clementine and so I will grant you mercy.  I will only banish you to your rocks.  There you shall remain until the last hour of the last day.  Papaluka, Papaluka,—­Emerald, perform thy duty!”

The giant of pumice-stone immediately glowed like molten iron.  Once he raised his clenched fist towards Wendelin, and then plunged into the lake where the hissing and foaming waters closed over him.  The lady and the knight were left alone together.  When she asked him what reward he desired, he could only answer that he wished to have her for his wife, and to take her to his home in Germany; but she blushed and answered sadly:  “I may not leave this country, and it is not permitted to me to become the wife of any mortal man.  But I know how heroes should be rewarded, and I offer you my lips to kiss.”