“Let us now take something to refresh ourselves,” said the mother of the winds; and they all sat down to eat of the roasted buck; and the Prince took a place next to the East Wind, and for that reason they very soon became very good friends.
“I say,” began the Prince, “just tell me what Princess that is of whom you have talked so much? and where does the Garden of Paradise lie?”
“Ho, Ho!” said the East Wind; “will you go there? If you will, set off to-morrow with me; but this much must I tell you, no human being was ever there since Adam and Eve’s time. You know them, of course, from the Bible history?”
“Yes, to be sure,” said the Prince.
“When they were driven away, the Garden of Paradise sank into the earth; but it retained its warm sunshine, its genial air, and all its glory. The Queen of the Fairies lives there; there lies the Island of Bliss, which Death can never reach, and where life is so very beautiful. Seat yourself to-morrow on my back, and I will take you
