The Princess called to the people still standing around the door of the Castle.
“Call the Guards!” she shouted. “We’ll tie him and keep him chained up for ever!”
The voice of their Princess seemed to arouse the people from their numbness and fear and eight Guards came running out from behind the great doors where they had hidden themselves.
When the Guards came to pick up the Magician to carry him away Gran’ma pushed them back.
“No you don’t!” she told them. “He stays right here while I tweak his nose until he never has another speck of magic in him!”
And as the Magician stirred again, Gran’ma gave his long nose another hard tweek.
“But Gran’ma,” Janey cried, “the Princess must be obeyed! She wants the wicked creature put in chains and in prison!”
“Now, you let me be!” Gran’ma said. “I’m boss here and here he stays until I—”
Just as this moment the Dancing Master rushed down the steps and blew a puff from the magic bellows upon the face of old Jingles. It first formed a puffy white cloud, then it settled grain by grain. There was a breathless silence.
Gran’ma did not finish what she was about to say, for as the magic powder touched the Magician’s face, his long nose disappeared, his wicked eyes changed and his face took on the appearance of a young man. And as they all watched in wonder and amazement they saw his long, thin fingers change into young hands, and the thin form beneath the torn, dusty clothes alter until a fine young man lay before them.