"Hello, friend! Who are you?"
"I ask the same," the fowler answered, staring at Tamino.
"That is easily answered. I am a prince and a wanderer. My father reigns over many lands and tribes."
"Ah, ha! Perhaps in that land of thine I might do a little trade in birds," the fowler said, jovially.
"Is that how you make your living?" Tamino asked him.
"Surely! I catch birds and sell them to the Queen of the Night and her ladies."
"What does the Queen look like?" Tamino asked, somewhat curious.
"How do I know? Pray, who ever saw the Queen of the Night?"
"You say so? Then she must be the great Queen of whom my father has often spoken."
"I shouldn't wonder."