PRINCE PRIGIO. “47

drake, or take the heat out of him, at least, so
that I may have a chance.”

Then he seized the ivory glass, clapped it to
his eye, and looked for the Remora. Just the
tip of his nose, as white as snow and as smooth
as ice, was sticking out of a chink in a frozen
mountain, not far from the burning mountain
of the Firedrake.

“ Hooray!” said the prince softly to himself;
and he jumped like mad into the winged shoes
of swiftness, stuck on the cap of darkness, girdled
himself with the sword of sharpness, and puta
good slice of bread, with some cold tongue, in
a wallet, which he slung on his back. Never
you fight, if you can help it, except with plenty
of food to keep you going and in good heart.
Then off he flew, and soon he reached the
volcano of the Firedrake.