you are in need, therefore, send to us and we will help you; and as for these little eagles, take them, and let them be your servants.'
At this the Prince was very glad, and the two eaglets crossed their wings, on which he mounted; and they carried him far, far away over the thick jungles, until he came to the place where grew the circle of palm trees: in the midst of which stood the six chattees full of water. It was the middle of the day, and the heat was very great. All round the trees were the genii, fast asleep: nevertheless, there were such countless thousands of them, that it would have been quite impossible for any one to walk through their ranks to the place; down swooped the strong-winged eaglets—down jumped the Prince: in an instant he had overthrown the six chattees full of water, and seized the little green parrot, which he rolled up in his cloak; while, as he mounted again into the air, all the genii below awoke, and finding their treasure gone, set up a wild and melancholy howl.
Away, away flew the little eagles, till they came to their home in the great tree; then the Prince said to the old eagles, 'Take back your little ones; they have done me good service; if ever again I stand in need of help, I will not fail to come to you.' He then continued his journey on foot till he arrived once more at the Magician's palace; where he sat down at the door and began playing with the parrot. Punchkin saw him, and came to him quickly, and said, 'My boy, where did you get that parrot? Give it to me, I pray you.' But the Prince answered, 'Oh no, I cannot give away my parrot, it is a great pet of mine; I have had it many years.' Then the Magician said, 'If it is an old favourite, I can understand your not caring to give it away but come, what will you sell it for?' 'Sir,' replied the Prince, 'I will not sell my parrot.'
Then Punchkin got frightened, and said, 'Anything, anything; name what price you will, and it shall be yours.' The Prince answered, 'Let the seven Rajah's sons whom you turned into rocks and trees be instantly liberated.' 'It is done as you desire,' said the Magician, 'only give me my parrot.' [And with that, by a stroke of his wand, Balna's husband and his brothers resumed their natural shapes.] 'Now give me my parrot,' repeated Punchkin. 'Not so fast, my master,' rejoined the Prince: 'I must first beg that you will restore to life all whom you have thus imprisoned.'
The Magician immediately waved his wand again; and whilst he cried, in an imploring voice, 'Give me my parrot!' the whole garden became suddenly alive: where rocks, and stones, and trees
