Blurtseau’s heart was as light as a feather, but his stomach was as heavy as a stone, and he soon fell asleep atop the coach…



Moment’s before reaching the prince’s logement , Blurtseau was thrown from the carriage. When he awoke, he continued on hoof into the city. And then suddenly…

              

There she was! The purest of pure, the sweetest of sweet, the tender and ravishing Blurtsoiselle! For a moment their eyes met… it was the moment he had dreamed of, the light that had sustained him, the breath that had filled his hours of exile, travel, and torment, it was… 

              

...too much for his heart to bear, and he fell down hoofs up and senseless in the gutter. Had he not been paralyzed and unconscious, he might have mistaken her glance for the most tender gaze that ever donkey gazed in the history of donkeys, as Blurtsoiselle gazed down on our fallen hero whose mouth was slowly filling with the water that ran in the street. But the fearless corsaire saw not this gaze, nor did he see Blurtsoiselle hours later, when he awoke half-drowned and still shivering in the Boulangerie of his faithful first mate, Pableau.