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102 Chit-Chat by Puck.
and be brought to the castle. But in vain mes-
sengers were despatched to all the furthest limits
of the kingdom; they all returned disappointed—
no one knew anything about Lilian, the shepherd
girl. Time went on, and gradually the king’s heart
softened. Every sunset, when he was looking out
through the windows of his palace, he was reminded
of the little shepherd girl, and he almost fancied
he saw her floating in the air and pointing to heaven,
whispering, “There!” And one evening Garm
clasped his hands as he had seen Lilian do in the
gardens, and though no words passed his lips, yet
an inward prayer heaved his breast. From that
moment the king was not the same as he used to
be. No more unjust sentences, no more cruel com-
mands were issued by him, and whatever ill he had
done he now tried to atone for. All he had injured
he asked to forgive him, and showed his repentance
by good deeds. Everything he had seized from
his subjects he restored ; the villages he had burned
to the ground he caused to be rebuilded; and to
the children whose fathers he had caused to he
killed, he himself tried to act as a kind parent. For
every one of the good deeds Garm performed, an
evil spirit was driven away from his couch, and soon
he was able to sleep peacefully as an innocent
child. His pale face gave place to one of health
and colour, and soon the king was restored to the
strength and beauty of manhood. One evening at
sunset he stood, as now he was wont, by his open
window, with his hands clasped and his lips moving
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