At last she turned and said, 'Now Lina!'-- and Lina dashed burrowing into the fire.

There went up a black smoke and a dust, and Lina was never more seen in the palace.
Irene and Curdie were married.

The old king died, and they were king and queen.

As long as they lived Gwyntystorm was a better city, and good people grew in it.

But they had no children, and when they died the people chose a king.