While he stood looking around him in bewilderment, a Firefly alighted on his arm.

Flashing its little lantern in the Prince's face, it cried, "This way! My friend, the Fly, sent me to guide you to a place of safety.

Follow me and trust entirely to my guidance." The Prince flung his mantle over his shoulder, and followed on with all possible speed.

They stopped first in the Witch's orchard, and the Firefly held its lantern up while the Prince filled his pockets with the fruit.

The apples were gold with emerald leaves, and the cherries were rubies, and the grapes were great bunches of amethyst.