Bécafigue, entered the old woman's house where they themselves lodged.
Then Bécafigue told the Prince that unless he was much mistaken the
owner of the Fawn had lived with the Princess Desirée when he went
there as ambassador.

"I mean to see her again," said Bécafigue, "there is only a partition
between her room and ours." And soon he had made a hole large enough
to peep through, and through it he saw the charming Princess dressed
in a robe of brocaded silver, with flowers embroidered in gold and
emeralds, her hair falling in heavy masses on the most beautiful neck
in the world. Giroflée was on her knees before her, bandaging up
one arm from which the blood was flowing. They both seemed greatly
concerned about the wound: "Let me die," the Princess was saying,
"death would be better than the life which I lead. To be a Fawn all
the day, to hear him speaking, and not to be able to tell him of my
sad fate."

One can guess the astonishment of Bécafigue and of the Prince.
Guerrier would almost have died of pleasure had he not thought that
it must be some enchantment, for did he not know that Desirée and her
Lady in Waiting were shut up in the castle.

He went softly and knocked at the chamber door, which Giroflée opened,
thinking it was the old woman, for she required help for the wounded
arm.

The Prince entered, threw himself at Desirée's feet, and found she was
indeed his Princess.

Great was their joy thus at last meeting, and while they were talking