They told Amaryllis about the handsome young prince who would not play the fiddle.
The next night the king gave another ball and both the brothers were invited.
“Black my boots,” said one.
“Brush my coat,” said the other.
Amaryllis waited on them as usual.
When, at last, the brothers were gone, Amaryllis sat down by the fire and began to play as before.
In came the fairy.
“Let us dance,” she said.
Amaryllis and the fairy danced round and round as before, and danced again into the ball-room.
“Don’t touch the king’s fiddle until the third night,” whispered the fairy, and she was gone.