On the next day the Swallow flew to the Prince again. "I have come to say goodbye," he said. "My friends are in Egypt. I must go too." "Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night more? In the square below there is a little match-girl. She has dropped her matches in the gutter. Her father will beat her if she comes home without money. Pluck out my other eye and give it to her." "I will stay with you," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind." "Swallow, do as I tell you," said the Prince. So the Swallow plucked out the other eye and flew down. He slipped the jewel into the girl’s palm. "Now you are blind," he said to the Prince, "so I will stay with you always." After that the Swallow flew over the city and saw the poor. He told the Prince of all he saw. "Cover me with gold leaves," said the Prince. So the Swallow carried the gold leaves to the poor people, one by one. The children laughed again. But the snow came, and then the frost. The little Swallow grew colder and colder. He knew that he was going to die. He flew up to the Prince’s shoulder once more. "Goodbye, dear Prince," he said. He kissed the Prince on the lips and fell down dead at his feet.