Chapter 12

The dwarf's celebrated the coronation of their first princess by festivals and rejoicings. In their perfect simplicity they played games at random in the huge amphitheatre, and the little men, with a sprig of fern or two oak leaves neatly fixed in their hood, went leaping joyfully along the subterranean streets. The rejoicings lasted thirty days. In his intoxication Pic had the look of an inspired mortal; the good Tad was enraptured with the general happiness; the tender Dig gave himself the pleasure of shedding tears; Rug, in his joy, again proposed that Bee should be put in a cage that the dwarfs might not fear losing so delightful a princess; Bob, riding his crow, filled the air with such joyful cries that the bird itself grew merry, and gave forth wild little croaks.
King Loc alone was sad.
It came to pass that on the thirtieth day, having entertained the princess; and the whole nation of the dwarfs at a splendid feast, he stood upon his am-chair, and his kind face being thus raised to the level of Bee's ear.
“Princess Bee," he said to her, “I am going to make a request which you have full liberty to grant or to refuse. Bee of the Clarides, princess of the dwarfs will you be my wife?"
And, speaking thus, King Loc, grave and tender, looked as handsome and mild as a majestic poodle. Bee pulled his beard and answered him.
“Little King Loc, I am willing to be your wife for fun , but I will never be your wife seriously. When you propose to marry me, you make me think of Freeheart, who, on the earth, used to tell me the most incredible tales to amuse me."
At these words King Loc turned away his head, but too slowly for Bee not to see a tear caught in the eyelashes of the dwarf. Then Bee was sorry she had hurt him.
"Little King Loc," she said to him, “I love you like a little King Loc that you are, and if you make me laugh like Freeheart used to, that ought not to annoy you, for Freeheart sang very well, and would have been good-looking without his grey hair and red nose."
King Loc answered her:
"Bee of the Clarides, princess of the dwarfs, I love you in the hope that you will one day love me. But had I not that hope I would love you just as much. I request you, in return for my friendship, always to be sincere with me."
"Little King Loc, I promise you I will."
"Well Bee, tell me if you love any one enough to marry him."
"Little King Loc, I love no one as much as that."
Then King Loc smiled, and seizing his golden goblet he proposed in ringing tones the health of the princess of the dwarfs. And a vast murmur rose from the depths of the earth, for the table at which they feasted stretched from one end to the other of the dwarfish empire.

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