VIII
Michael followed, and entered the ball-room in their train.
Everywhere were mirrors, lights, flowers, and damask hangings.
The Star Gazer was quite bewildered at the magnificence of the
sight.
He placed himself out of the way in a corner, admiring the grace
and beauty of the princesses. Their loveliness was of every kind.
Some were fair and some were dark; some had chestnut hair, or
curls darker still, and some had golden locks. Never were so many
beautiful princesses seen together at one time, but the one whom
the cow-boy thought the most beautiful and the most fascinating
was the little Princess with the velvet eyes.
With what eagerness she danced! leaning on her partner's
shoulder she swept by like a whirlwind. Her cheeks flushed, her
eyes sparkled, and it was plain that she loved dancing better than
anything else.
The poor boy envied those handsome young men with whom
she danced so gracefully, but he did not know how little reason he
had to be jealous of them.
The young men were really the princes who, to the number of
fifty at least, had tried to steal the princesses' secret. The princesses
had made them drink something of a philtre, which froze the
heart and left nothing but the love of dancing.
