CHAPTER X.
THE END OF THE BROWN BULL.
"'And happy they ever lived after'-- Yes, that was the end of the tale." "The Princess collected her courage, and turned in the direction of the sound.

It seemed to come from a little thicket of close-growing bushes near which she had been passing.

For a minute or two she could distinguish nothing, but another moan guided her in the right direction, and there, to her horror and distress, she saw the poor Prince lying on the ground, pale and death-like.

At first she thought he was without consciousness, but when she hastened up to him with a cry, he opened his eyes.
"'Ah!' he said, faintly; 'I never thought I should have escaped alive.
How good of you to have come to seek for me, Princess; otherwise I might have died here without seeing you again.' "'But you must not die,' said the Princess, weeping; 'can nothing be done for you ?' "He tried to sit up, and when the Princess had fetched him some water from one of the numerous springs in the garden, he seemed better.

But his right arm was badly injured.
"'How did it happen ?' asked the Princess.