The adventures of Prince Prigio and of his son, Prince Ricardo . 44 PRINCE TRIGIO. CHAPTER VIII. THE PRINCE IS PUZZLED. Prince Prigio did not go to bed. It wasbright daylight, and he had promised to bringthe horns and tail of a Fired rake as a present toa pretty lady. He had said it was easy to dothis; but now, as he sat and thought over it, hedid not feel so victorious. First, he said, where is the Firedrake ? He reflected for a* little, and then ran upstairsto the garret. It should be here ! he cried, tossing thefairies gifts about; ^\and, by George, here itis! Indeed, he had found the spygl
The adventures of Prince Prigio and of his son, Prince Ricardo . 44 PRINCE TRIGIO. CHAPTER VIII. THE PRINCE IS PUZZLED. Prince Prigio did not go to bed. It wasbright daylight, and he had promised to bringthe horns and tail of a Fired rake as a present toa pretty lady. He had said it was easy to dothis; but now, as he sat and thought over it, hedid not feel so victorious. First, he said, where is the Firedrake ? He reflected for a* little, and then ran upstairsto the garret. It should be here ! he cried, tossing thefairies gifts about; ^\and, by George, here itis! Indeed, he had found the spyglass of carvedivory which Prince Ali, in the Arabian Nights,bought in the bazaar at Schiraz. Now, thisglass was made so that, by looking through it,you could see anybody or anything you wished, PRINCE PRIGIO. 45 however far away. Prigios first idea was tolook at his lady. ^ But she does not expect tobe looked at, he thought; and I wont ! Onthe other hand, he determined to look at theFiredrake ; for, of course, he had no delicacyabout spying on him, the cix* The prince clapped the glass to his eye,stared out of window, and there, sure enough,he saw the Firedrake. He was floating aboutin a sea of molten lava, on the top of a he was, swimming and diving for pleas- 46 PRI^XE PRIGIO. Tire, tossing np the flamiDg waves, and blowingfountains of lire out of his nostrils, like a whalespouting! The prince did not like the looks of him. AVith all my cap of darkness, and my shoesof swiftness, and my sword of shar]3ness, I nevercould get near that beast, he said; and if Idid stalk him, I could not hurt him. Poor littleAlphonso ! poor Enrico! what plucky fellowsthey were ! I fancied that there was no suchthins: as a Firedrake ; hes not in the naturalhistory books; and I thought the boys wereonly making fun, and would be back soon, safeand sound. How horrid being too clever makesone ! And now, what am I to do ? AVhat was he to do, indeed? And whatAvoiild you have done ? B
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