While Titania waved her wand, she suddenly gazed downward, as though something by means of an electric current had been transmitted to her through the air. She stroked a dove that had found its way trustingly to her hand, and as the others flew from her she herself seemed plumed for flight.
The fairies watched her with a suspense that was almost painful, but to their great disappointment the passing clouds blotted her from sight.
But even the fairies who all the time are witnessing the most wonderful things were quite astounded when Euphrosyne in what seemed to be the very next moment appeared with the dove right in their very midst.
“What is your wish?” she said to Queen Titania.
“Oh, beautiful Euphrosyne,” said the little queen, “we are much concerned over the wicked Dragonfel.”
“The enchanter across the sea?” said Euphrosyne.
“And what about him?”
“He threatens harm to the fairies.”