That evening he had a little talk with the captain of the King's archers, and in the morning the captain called on the King very early and said:
'Sire, there's a crack-brained chap among my archers who says he can make the Princess her right size again. Of course, it's all tommy-rot, your Majesty, if I may be pardoned the expression, but I thought your Majesty would like to know.'
'Oh, let him try,' said the King wearily; 'it's something to find someone who even thinks he can do it.'
So next day Muscadel, the archer, put on his Sunday clothes and went up to the palace, and a great, red-faced, burly fellow he was.
"On the table stood the dazzling figure of a real full-sized princess."—Page 359.
The King and all the Court were assembled to see the archer make the Princess her own size again, though nobody believed he could do it.
The King was on his throne, and Pandora, still flower-fairy size, was sitting on one of the carved gold flowers that adorned the throne's right arm.
The archer bowed to the King and the Court, and to the Princess, though he could not see her.
Then he looked round the crowded throne-room and said: