But I know what I know, and I’ll tell, tell, tell.
Find the Enchanter of the Ringing Well,
He will show you how to break the spell, spell, spell.
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, I’m a little sleigh-bell,
But I know what I know….
And so on, over and over, again and again, because the little boy was quite contented to go on shaking his sleigh-bell for ever and ever.
‘So now we know,’ said the Prince, ‘isn’t that glorious?’
‘Yes, very, but where’s the Enchanter of the Ringing Well?’ said the Princess doubtfully.
‘Oh, I’ve got his address in my pocket-book,’ said the Prince. ‘He’s my god-father. He was one of the references I gave your father.’
So the next night the Prince brought a horse to the garden, and he and the Princess mounted, and rode, and rode, and rode, and in the grey dawn they came to Wonderwood, and [p178 in the very middle of that the Magician’s Palace stands.