صفحة 35 من 626

He prayed, he wept, he sorrowed, but all in vain. 'Alas!' he

said, 'what will become of me?' He could not go back to his own

home, so he went to a strange village, and employed himself in

keeping sheep. Many a time did he walk round and round as near to

the hated castle as he dared go, but all in vain; he heard or saw

nothing of Jorinda.

At last he dreamt one night that he found a beautiful purple

flower, and that in the middle of it lay a costly pearl; and he

dreamt that he plucked the flower, and went with it in his hand

into the castle, and that everything he touched with it was

disenchanted, and that there he found his Jorinda again.