All that was left
was the invisibleness of the Princess. But that, you will own, was a
good deal.
"I just said it, moaned the voice, "and it came true. I wish I'd never
played at magic I wish I'd never played at anything at all."
"Oh, don't say that," Gerald said kindly. "Let's go out into the
garden, near the lake, where it's cool, and we'll hold a solemn
council. You'll like that, won't you?"
"Oh!" cried Kathleen suddenly, "the buckle; that makes magic
come undone!"
"It doesn't really," murmured the voice that seemed to speak
without lips. "I only just said that."
"You only 'just said' about the ring," said Gerald. "Anyhow, let's
try."
"Not you me," said the voice. "You go down to the Temple of
Flora, by the lake. I'll go back to the jewel-room by myself. Aunt
might see you."
"She won't see you," said Jimmy.
"Don't rub it in," said Gerald. "Where is the Temple of Flora?"
"That's the way," the voice said; "down those steps and along the
winding path through the shrubbery. You can't miss it. It's white
marble, with a statue goddess inside."
The three children went down to the white marble Temple of Flora
that stood close against the side of the little hill, and sat down in
its shadowy inside. It had arches all round except against the hill
behind the statue, and it was cool and restful.
They had not been there five minutes before the feet of a runner
sounded loud on the gravel.
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