The fairy still danced with him.
Round and round and round they went.
“Mind that you don’t play the fiddle here until the third night,” the fairy said, and then she disappeared.
All the fine ladies bowed to Amaryllis and all the lords stared at him.
The lovely princess danced with Amaryllis and he was very happy indeed.
They had danced all this time without music.
Suddenly the king rose from his throne and said:
“He who takes the fiddle,
And plays a jolly air,