They had gone but a short distance and had come to an opening in the trees, when Daimur said.

“I see a field of potatoes on that slope about two miles away.”

“Potatoes!” exclaimed Cyril. “How can you see so far?”

“Oh, it is quite easy with these spectacles on,” said Daimur. “Let us go and see them.”

They set out, and after a long and tiresome walk through tangled underbrush Daimur found himself on the edge of the potato field. King Cyril resting on a branch beside him.

“Now, if I only had a spade,” said Daimur, as he fell to looking about for a sharp stick or anything which would dig up the earth. After quite a search he found, half buried in sand and dead leaves, an old spade with part of the handle gone.

“What good luck!” he exclaimed, as he seized it and commenced digging up a hill of potatoes, and he soon had a large mound of them on the ground.

Then the question was where to put them, as it would never do to let the Evil Magician suspect that Daimur was not going to eat the charmed fruit, but was taking his potatoes instead.

After searching about for half an hour they suddenly broke through the trees and found themselves on a shore, the like of which they had never seen before. It was wild and rocky and barren, and some of the rocks were of very curious shapes. A few were high and conical, like caves, and had smooth flat floors.

They began to look for a cave in the rocks near the shore, and at last found one at the foot of a great tree which overshadowed it. This cave had an opening in front looking out to the sea.

King Cyril flew into the air as high as he could and looked for the hill where they knew the Magician lived. He was quite breathless when he came down, but he said that the hill was away at the other end of the island, and that they were facing the south.

“Then we must be looking towards the Island of Laurel,” said Daimur, “and these must be some of the rocks on which ships are often wrecked.”

“Do you think,” he continued as he looked about him, “that if we were to make a fire in the cave the Magician could see the smoke?”

“I do not know,” answered King Cyril, “it might be very risky to try; but anyway let us see if there is not another entrance to the cave.”

He flew around it carefully, pulling away the bushes which grew close to it with his beak, and at last called Daimur to come and see the nice back door he had discovered, for the cave ran for some distance into the earth, and at the end of it, behind some shrubs, was another opening about five feet high.

“Now,” said Daimur, “we can come and go from this end and there will be no danger of the Magician seeing us.”

With grateful hearts they went back to get their potatoes.