"Wait," said Large. "I am going to get it." Then he began to drink, drink, drink, so rapidly that the wave with the void in its centre was at last brought within reach, so that the ring could be seized. What an extraordinary sight it was to see a man as big as the thickest mountains, casting his shadow over the entire country, his head reaching beyond the clouds that floated in the sky. Large's immense size can be imagined. He had been compelled to drink the greater part of the sea so as to get possession of the ring. Having found the Princess at last, Long and Keen Eyes started on their return journey to the magician's castle. But they had lost so much time trying to capture the ring that contained the Princess that the hour of noon was about to strike. "Courage—courage!" cried Long. His immense strides carried him over hills and ravines, vast plains and dense forests. In a minute they will be at the castle. Forward! Quick! Fast and still faster. "We are lost!" exclaimed Keen Eyes. "No!" cried Long, "we are here!" He made a supreme effort, and, at one stride, reached the castle. As he came to the door, he saw the Magician about to enter. "Let me pass!" demanded Keen Eyes. "After me, if you please," said Magor. "Infamous Sorcerer!" exclaimed Keen Eyes, "I must enter!" "After me, I said," responded Magor. But while they were disputing Long threw the enchanted ring through the window, and when the King of the Magicians entered the hall, the Princess of Golconda, more beautiful than ever, received him. The clock struck the hour of noon! At sight of the Princess, the King of the Magicians trembled and a terrible cry burst from his lips. Then, transforming himself into a raven, he disappeared in space. The third iron band had fallen from Magor's waist and broken. Meanwhile a marvellous change was taking place. The spell of the wicked Sorcerer was destroyed. The statues came to life. On all sides gay laughter and joyous songs could be heard, and one might have thought that these people, Knights and Princes, were the invited guests at a wedding. And so they were, for the marriage of the beautiful Princess of Golconda took place at once, and the guests were the Knights and Princes who had been restored to life. All of them took part in the festivities, and at daybreak they were still dancing in the Sorcerer's castle. As soon as possible Prince Erian and his charming Princess turned their steps in the direction of that distant city where the aged King was waiting with impatience for his beloved son. Large had not yet returned, but Long went after him, and, all together, they wended their way toward the palace where Prince Erian first saw the light.