But the Princess leant her head to the Owl, and said:
‘Dear Owl, let’s go. I’ve seen quite enough.’
And the Owl seemed to think the same, for he said:
‘All right. Just get on my back again, and we’ll go.’
So she did as she was told, and no sooner had she got on his back than she fell asleep, and remembered no more until she found herself lying on her bed with the early morning sun shining through the lattice.
She rubbed her eyes in astonishment, and it seemed as if it had been all a dream. But it all was so clear on her mind, and besides she had on her riding-clothes just as she had put them on to go with the Owl.
To make herself feel more sure she said to the Owl:
‘Good Owl, was it a dream?’
And the Owl shook his head, but although she asked him several times to speak she could not get the least word out of him, although he always shook his head if she asked him if it was a dream.
Just then a tremendous noise in the street made her run to the window, and there she saw the Knight of London coming up to the door, dragging the King of the Magi behind him in chains, and the people of the town were following him in an excited crowd, which caused all the noise, for they were naturally very glad to see their old enemy in chains.