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With portraits? asked the Phoenix.

Well, no, said Cyril; in fact, I dont think I ever saw any portrait of you but that one, but I can read you something about yourself, if you like.

The Phoenix nodded, and Cyril went off and fetched Volume X of the old Encyclopedia, and on page 246 he found the following:

Phoenixin ornithology, a fabulous bird of antiquity.

Antiquity is quite correct, said the Phoenix, but fabulouswell, do I look it?

Every one shook its head. Cyril went on

The ancients speak of this bird as single, or the only one of its kind.

Thats right enough, said the Phoenix.

They describe it as about the size of an eagle.

Eagles are of different sizes, said the Phoenix; its not at all a good description.

All the children were kneeling on the hearthrug, to be as near the Phoenix as possible.

Youll boil your brains, it said. Look out, Im nearly cool now; and with a whirr of golden wings it fluttered from the fender to the table. It was so nearly cool that there was only a very faint smell of burning when it had settled itself on the table-cloth.

Its only a very little scorched, said the Phoenix, apologetically; it will come out in the wash. Please go on reading.

The children gathered round the table.

The size of an eagle, Cyril went on, its head finely crested with a beautiful plumage, its neck covered with feathers of a gold colour, and the rest of its body purple; only the tail white, and the eyes sparkling like stars. They say that it lives about five hundred years in the wilderness, and when advanced in age it builds itself a pile of sweet wood and aromatic gums, fires it with the wafting of its wings, and thus burns itself; and that from its ashes arises a worm, which in time grows up to be a Phoenix. Hence the Phoenicians gave

Never mind what they gave, said the Phoenix, ruffling its golden feathers. They never gave much, anyway; they always were people who gave nothing for nothing. That book ought to be destroyed. Its most inaccurate. The rest of my body was never purple, and as for mytailwell, I simply ask you, IS it white?

It turned round and gravely presented its golden tail to the children.

No, its not, said everybody.

No, and it never was, said the Phoenix. And that about the worm is just a vulgar insult. The Phoenix has an egg, like all respectable birds. It makes a pilethat parts all rightand it lays its egg, and it burns itself; and it goes to sleep and wakes up in its egg, and comes out and goes on living again, and so on for ever and ever. I cant tell you how weary I got of itsuch a restless existence; no repose.

But how did your egg get HERE? asked Anthea.

Ah, thats my life-secret, said the Phoenix. I couldnt tell it to any one who wasnt really sympathetic. Ive always been a misunderstood bird. You can tell that by what they say about the worm. I might tell YOU, it went on, looking at Robert with eyes that were indeed starry. You put me on the fire Robert looked uncomfortable.

The rest of us made the fire of sweet-scented woods and gums, though, said Cyril.

Andand it was an accident my putting you on the fire, said Robert, telling the truth with some difficulty, for he did not know how the Phoenix might take it. It took it in the most unexpected manner.

Your candid avowal, it said, removes my last scruple. I will tell you my story.

And you wont vanish, or anything sudden will you? asked Anthea, anxiously.

Why? it asked, puffing out the golden feathers, do you wish me to stay here?

Oh YES, said every one, with unmistakable sincerity.

Why? asked the Phoenix again, looking modestly at the table-cloth.

Because, said every one at once, and then stopped short; only Jane added after a pause, you are the most beautiful person weve ever seen. You are a sensible child, said the Phoenix, and I will NOT vanish or anything sudden. And I will tell you my tale. I had resided, as your book says, for many thousand years in the wilderness, which is a large, quiet place with very little really good society, and I was becoming weary of the monotony of my existence. But I acquired the habit of laying my egg and burning myself every five hundred yearsand you know how difficult it is to break yourself of a habit.

Yes, said Cyril; Jane used to bite her nails.

But I broke myself of it, urged Jane, rather hurt, You know I did.

Not till they put bitter aloes on them, said Cyril.

I doubt, said the bird, gravely, whether even bitter aloes (the aloe, by the way, has a bad habit of its own, which it might well cure before seeking to cure others; I allude to its indolent practice of flowering but once a century), I doubt whether even bitter aloes could have cured ME. But I WAS cured. I awoke one morning from a feverish dreamit was getting near the time for me to lay that tiresome fire and lay that tedious egg upon itand I saw two people, a man and a woman. They were sitting on a carpetand when I accosted them civilly they narrated to me their life-story, which, as you have not yet heard it, I will now proceed to relate. They were a prince and princess, and the story of their parents was one which I am sure you will like to hear. In early youth the mother of the princess happened to hear the story of a certain enchanter, and in that story I am sure you will be interested. The enchanter

Oh, please dont, said Anthea. I cant understand all these beginnings of stories, and you seem to be getting deeper and deeper in them every minute. Do tell us your OWN story. Thats what we really want to hear.

Well, said the Phoenix, seeming on the whole rather flattered, to cut about seventy long stories short (though I had to listen to them allbut to be sure in the wilderness there is plenty of time), this prince and princess were so fond of each other that they did not want any one else, and the enchanterdont be alarmed, I wont go into his historyhad given them a magic carpet (youve heard of a magic carpet?), and they had just sat on it and told it to take them right away from every oneand it had brought them to the wilderness. And as they meant to stay there they had no further use for the carpet, so they gave it to me. That was indeed the chance of a lifetime!

I dont see what you wanted with a carpet, said Jane, when youve got those lovely wings.

They ARE nice wings, arent they? said the Phoenix, simpering and spreading them out. Well, I got the prince to lay out the carpet, and I laid my egg on it; then I said to the carpet, Now, my excellent carpet, prove your worth. Take that egg somewhere where it cant be hatched for two thousand years, and where, when that times up, some one will light a fire of sweet wood and aromatic gums, and put the egg in to hatch; and you see its all come out exactly as I said. The words were no sooner out of my beak than egg and carpet disappeared. The royal lovers assisted to arrange my pile, and soothed my last moments. I burnt myself up and knew no more till I awoke on yonder altar.

It pointed its claw at the grate.

But the carpet, said Robert, the magic carpet that takes you anywhere you wish. What became of that?

Oh, THAT? said the Phoenix, carelesslyI should say that that is the carpet. I remember the pattern perfectly.

It pointed as it spoke to the floor, where lay the carpet which mother had bought in the Kentish Town Road for twenty-two shillings and ninepence.