He perceived that he was in a fairy palace, and putting his own hands in a friendly pressure on one of the ghostly hands, said: "You are very kind, but I cannot leave my horse out in the cold." The hand beckoned, and another pair of shadowy hands crossed the hall, and went outside and led away the horse to the stable. Then the merchant's first friends led him gently onwards till he stood in a large and splendid dining-room, where a costly banquet was spread, evidently intended for him, for the hands placed a chair for him and handed him the dishes, and poured out a refreshing drink for him, and waited on him while he supped. When his repast was over, they touched him, and beckoned to him; and following them, he found himself in a bedroom furnished with great elegance; the curtains were made of butterflies' wings sewn together. The hands undressed the stranger, prepared him a bath of rose-water, lifted him into bed and put out the light. Then the merchant fell asleep. He did not awake till late the next morning. The sun was streaming in through the beautiful window-curtains, and the birds were uttering their shrill cries in the woods. In that country a singing bird is as rare as a white rose. As he sprang out of bed some bells rang a silvery chime, and he perceived that he had shaken them by his own movements, for they were attached to the golden bed-rail, and tinkled as he shook it. At the sound the bedroom door opened, and the hands entered bearing a costly suit of clothes, all embroidered with gold and jewels. Again they prepared a bath of rose-water, and attended on and dressed the merchant. And when his toilette was completed, they led him out of his room and downstairs to a pretty little room, where breakfast awaited him. When he had quite finished eating he thought that it was time to resume his journey; therefore, laying a costly diamond ring on the table, he said: "Kind fairy, whoever you may be to whom I owe this hospitality, accept my thanks and this small token of my gratitude." The hands took the gift up, and the merchant therefore considered that it was accepted. Then he left the castle and proceeded to the stables to find and saddle his horse. The path led through a most enchanting garden full of the fairest flowers, and as the merchant proceeded, he paused occasionally to glance at the wonderful plants and choice flowers around him. Suddenly his eyes rested on a white rose-tree, which was quite weighed down by its wealth of blossoms. He remembered his promise to his youngest daughter. "Ah!" he thought, "at last I have found a _white_ rose. The fairy who has been so generous to me already will not grudge me a single flower from amongst so many." And bending down, he gathered a white rose. At that moment he was startled by a loud and terrific roar, and a fierce lion sprang on him and exclaimed in tones of thunder: "Whoever dares to steal my roses shall be eaten up alive."