"Strangers, your Majesty," answered the Messenger. "They are sent to you by the Guardian of the Entrance because they are gentle and innocent, and are neither birds nor mortals, but a part of both."
"They are certainly very curious," remarked the King, staring at the human heads upon the lark bodies. "May I ask you, little strangers, how you happen to exist in your present form?"
Twinkle, tossing her head to throw back a straggling lock of hair that had fallen across her eyes, began in her sweet voice to tell the story of their enchantment, and not only the King but all the Birds of Paradise present listened intently to her words.
When she had finished the King exclaimed:
"Indeed, my dear child-larks, you are worthy to be our guests in fairyland. So it will please me if you will be as happy and comfortable as possible, and enjoy your stay with us as much as you can. My people will delight to honor and amuse you, and Ephel shall continue to guide you wherever you go."
"Thank you," returned Twinkle, earnestly; and Chubbins added, in his blunt way: "Much obliged."
"But, before you go," continued his Majesty, "tell me what you think of my royal person. Am I not beautiful?"
"You are, indeed," replied Twinkle; "only—"
"Only what?" asked the King, as she hesitated.
"Only I'm sorry you are so vain, and strut around so, and want everyone to see how beautiful you are."