“Oh!” cried the Princess, who was now weeping softly, “will you help him to have a part in it like the rest of us?”
“I’m very comfortable as I am,” said I, smiling.
“Do you know,” said the Princess, “how to cure him?”
“I can tell him how to cure himself,” said the sorcerer.
“Then please tell us at once!” said the Princess.
“There is danger in it,” said the sorcerer.
“Danger doesn’t bother me,” said I, beginning to take an interest.
“Good,” said the sorcerer. “Then I will tell you. Have you ever heard of the half-moon pasture of Korbi, by the river Tarn?”
Neither of us had ever heard of it.
“It lies far beyond the Great Sea. Would you like to make a journey there?”