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 ‘The collar!’ she gasped. ‘But I have not got it, I lost it in the forest!’ And the thousand sheaths with which the walls were hung took up the cry:

‘The collar is lost! The collar is lost!’

‘What collar are you talking ahout?’ asked the king, who was lying on another bed, with the physicians



bending over him. ‘Here is one that I picked up among some cinders, before that madman shot me perhaps it may be the one you want, or, at all events, it may do as well.’ And he signed to an attendant to take the collar from the pocket of his velvet jerkin.

The princess leapt forward with joy at the sight of