huge owl skimmed up to the Princess, and threw over her a scarf
woven of spiders' webs and embroidered with bats' wings. And
then peals of mocking laughter rang through the air, and they
guessed that this was another of the Fairy Carabosse's unpleasant
jokes.

The Queen was terrified at such an evil omen, and tried to pull
the black scarf from the Princess's shoulders, but it really seemed
as if it must be nailed on, it clung so closely.

`Ah!' cried the Queen, `can nothing appease this enemy of
ours? What good was it that I sent her more than fifty pounds of
sweetmeats, and as much again of the best sugar, not to mention
two Westphalia hams? She is as angry as ever.'

While she lamented in this way, and everybody was as wet as
if they had been dragged through a river, the Princess still thought
of nothing but the ambassador, and just at this moment he appeared
before her, with the King, and there was a great blowing of
trumpets, and all the people shouted louder than ever. Fanfaronade
was not generally at a loss for something to say, but when he saw
the Princess, she was so much more beautiful and majestic than he
had expected that he could only stammer out a few words, and
entirely forgot the harangue which he had been learning for
months, and knew well enough to have repeated it in his sleep. To
gain time to remember at least part of it, he made several low bows
to the Princess, who on her side dropped half-a-dozen curtseys without
stopping to think, and then said, to relieve his evident embarrassment:

`Sir Ambassador, I am sure that everything you intend to say