“That’s the one; and in one of the niches stands the statue of the ‘Woman without a Head.’ One cannot see her from here because she is too small.”
“I remember. But why hasn’t she got a head?”
“Probably because she has lost it.”
Without saying if this explanation was satisfactory, Honey-Bee gazed at the horizon.
“Little brother, little brother, just see what sparkles by the side of the blue mountains? It is the lake.”
“It is the lake.”
They then remembered what the Duchess had told them of these beautiful and dangerous waters where the nixies dwell.
“We will go there,” said Honey-Bee.
George was aghast. He stared at her with his mouth wide open.
“But the Duchess has forbidden us to go out alone, so how can we go to this lake which is at the end of the earth?”