"One day still remains, and this time we shall see who is the conqueror," said Magor, furious with rage. Thus speaking he retired to an apartment in his palace, where he remained throughout the day, scheming to outwit Prince Erian and his companions. He now realized that he had met adversaries who were dangerous, and he knew that the contest of the next day would be final. What could he do to hide the beautiful captive? At last he thought he had found a way and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. Meanwhile Prince Erian and his companions were taking counsel together. They were filled with anxiety. They knew that the King of the Magicians would use all his art to carry off and conceal the beautiful Princess. They knew, too, that if they failed to find her their fate was sealed. They would take their places among the unfortunate knights who had been transformed into statues. That night they took unusual precautions, but all was in vain, for when they awoke the next morning the Princess of Golconda had again disappeared. "Awake, friends! Arise!" cried the young Prince, when he made the discovery. "The Princess is gone? Let us search for her." Long and willingly they searched, but all in vain. Keen Eyes himself was puzzled. He looked into the sky and on the earth, penetrated the mountains, and looked into the bottom of the precipice. He could see nothing that resembled the beautiful young Princess. "Ah, well!" cried Prince Erian. "The Sorcerer is stronger than we. This time we are lost." The sun was already high up in the heavens, and the time was approaching when the King of the Magicians was to make his appearance and demand the Princess. But Keen Eyes did not despair. His keen glance searched everywhere. Suddenly he gave a cry of joy. "Victory! victory! The Princess is ours! I have discovered her hiding-place." "Where is it?" cried Prince Erian. "Quick! Time is precious." "Do you see yonder—away yonder in the Black Sea," said Keen Eyes, pointing as eagerly as if all eyes were as keen as his—"do you see that wave rocked by the hurricane, ascending to the surface and descending to the depths of the abyss, pushed here and thrown there by the storm? In the centre of that tremendous wave there is a void. In that void is a ring. In that ring is your beautiful Princess." "What shall we do, my friends? What shall we do?" cried the young Prince. "Large," said Keen Eyes, by way of answer, "get on Long's shoulders with me. He will take us to the shore of the sea where the storm-tossed wave is swimming." Large obeyed, and at once and swiftly they made their way to the sea—swifter than the north wind they travelled, over plains and over mountains, past rivers and hills. "Faster, faster!" cried Keen Eyes. They reached the sea, but their difficulty was not over. How should they get possession of the storm-tossed wave? Long stretched himself and pursued it, but when he thought he held it, it would slip from his hands and disappear.