Page 111 - Princess Belle-Etoile and Prince Cherie

nd the Prince Cheri, saluting him,
set forward towards the deserts of Libya; his
fine horse, which was of the Zepyhrine race,

for Zephyr was his grandsire, went like the
wind; so that the Prince's progress was
incredibly swift. He listened in vain; he could
not hear the singing of the apple anywhere; he
was distressed at the length of the way and the
inutility of his journey, when he perceived a
poor turtle-dove fall at his feet; it was not
dead, but very nearly so. As he saw no one
who could have wounded it, he thought,

perhaps, it belonged to Venus, and having
escaped from its dovecot, little mischievous
Love, to try his arrows, had let fly at it. He
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