VI

Once outside, the young adventurer put his oranges into a bag that hung

from his saddle, mounted his horse, and rode quickly out of the forest.

Now, as he was longing to see the princesses, he was very anxious to

come to a river or a fountain, but, though he rode for hours, a river

or fountain was nowhere to be seen. Still his heart was light, for he

felt that he had got through the most difficult part of his task, and

the rest was easy.

About mid-day he reached a sandy plain, scorching in the sun. Here he

was seized with dreadful thirst; he took his gourd and raised it to his

lips.

But the gourd was empty; in the excitement of his joy he had forgotten

to fill it. He rode on, struggling with his sufferings, but at last he

could bear it no longer.

He let himself slide to the earth, and lay down beside his horse, his

throat burning, his chest heaving, and his head going round. Already he

felt that death was near him, when his eyes fell on the bag where the

oranges peeped out.

Poor Désiré, who had braved so many dangers to win the lady of his

dreams, would have given at this moment all the princesses in the

world, were they pink or golden, for a single drop of water.

‘Ah!’ he said to himself. ‘If only these oranges were real fruit—fruit

as refreshing as what I ate in Flanders! And, after all, who knows?’

This idea put some life into him. He had the strength to lift himself

up and put his hand into his bag. He drew out an orange and opened it

with his knife.

Out of it flew the prettiest little female canary that ever was seen.

‘Give me something to drink, I am dying of thirst,’ said the golden

bird.

‘Wait a minute,’ replied Désiré, so much astonished that he forgot his

own sufferings; and to satisfy the bird he took a second orange, and

opened it without thinking what he was doing. Out of it flew another

canary, and she too began to cry:

‘I am dying of thirst; give me something to drink.’

Then Tubby’s son saw his folly, and while the two canaries flew away he

sank on the ground, where, exhausted by his last effort, he lay

unconscious.

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