"
George sprang up and waved his hand in negation. Then his curly head
fell, and he said sadly, but decisively: "I will stay here and starve."
The fish in his delight slapped the water with his tail until it splashed
high, and continued, although his first speech had already made him
hoarse:
"No, no; it need not be so bad as that. If you are willing to go into
the world as a poor boy, and never to tell any one that you are a prince,
nor what your name is, nor whence you come, then no enemy will be able to
do your army or the lady duchess any harm."
"And shall I never see my mother and Wendelin again?" George asked,
and the tears poured down over his cheeks like the water over the
stalactites.
"Oh yes!" the fish replied, "if you are courageous, and do something
good and great, then you may return to your home."
"Something good and great," George repeated, "that will be very
difficult; and, if I should succeed in doing something that I thought
good and great, how could I know whether the fairy considered it so?"
"Whenever the grey lock grows on your head, you may declare yourself to
be the son of a duke and go home;" the fish whispered.
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