THE NIGHTINGALE
cow began to bellow loudly, and they stopped. 'That's it!' cried a young courtier. 'What a magnificent voice for so small a creature!'
'Nay, nay; that's a cow. We have not reached the place yet.' And the little maid hurried them on.
Presently the frogs of a neighbouring marsh raised a chorus of 'Koax! koax!'
'How beautiful!' cried the palace chaplain; 'more beautiful than the sound of church bells. This bird——'
'Nay, nay; those are frogs; but we are coming to the Nightingale soon.' And the little maid ran on. Then, suddenly, they all paused, breathless, beneath the trees, for the Nightingale had begun to sing.
'There it is! there it is!' cried the little kitchen-maid, pointing to the little gray bird among the branches. 'Listen!'
'Ph!' said the gentleman-in-waiting; 'what a common little object! I suppose meeting so many grand people from other lands has driven all its colours away. But it can—'
'Nightingale!' called the little kitchen-maid; 'our most gracious emperor wants you to sing to him to-night!'
'With all the pleasure in the world,' replied the bird, trilling out the most delightful notes.
'Extraordinary!' said the gentleman-in-waiting, who had perceived that the Nightingale was thinking, very naturally, that he was the emperor; and all the courtiers took up the word; for if he said 'Extraordinary!' instead of 'Ph!' surely the whole world had a perfect right to go into hysterics over such singing.
My dear little Nightingale! he said at last, 'I have the honour to command your attendance at court to-night to sing before the emperor.'
'I think it sounds best among the trees,' replied the Nightingale, 'but I will do my best to please the emperor.' And it fluttered down and perched on the little kitchen-maid's shoulder. Then away they went to the palace.
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