“You have seen what none have seen before,” replied the Wise One. “The Veil is for the Princess, the Sword and the Pouch for you. Take them, for the time will come, before your task is done, when you will need them all. Take out the Veil.” Gently the Prince lifted the magic Veil from out the chest. As it rose, it floated out and out, and seemed to fill the hut, like a mist for fineness, like a web for strength. The Wise One went to a cabinet, and drew from it a tiny golden casket. He returned to the Prince, and said, “Place the Veil inside.” “How is that possible?” inquired Prince Radiance. “You have but to press the corner of the Veil, and it will become small enough to fit into the tiniest box. You have but to lift it from the box, and shake it out, and it will become as you behold it now. Do as I have said, and you will see.” The Prince obeyed, and presently the Veil lay in the golden casket. The Wise One handed him a golden key. “Lock it, and fasten it securely within your robe where none can rob you of it,” he told him. “On its safety all your hopes depend.” Gravely Prince Radiance did as the ancient fairy bade him. “Lift out the Sword,” directed the Wise One, “and draw it from its scabbard.” Again the Prince obeyed. As he laid his hand upon the hilt it was as if the Sword answered to his touch, and leapt from its scabbard, a flashing flame of blue, that shed a dazzling light on all around it. “It is the Sword of Flames,” the Wise One told him, “a powerful weapon--potent in your hands alone. It will serve you well. See that you do not lose it. See that you do not use it until its day comes.” Prince Radiance looked at him in wonder. “How shall I know the day?” asked he. “When the day comes you will need none to tell you,” was the answer. “And now take the Pouch--the third and last gift.” The Prince replaced the Sword of Flames in its sheath, and bound it on. Then stooping he took out the Pouch. “Open it,” said the Wise One. Prince Radiance did so, and saw that it was divided within into two compartments. “This is a magic pouch,” the Wise One instructed him. “Whatever you place in it will never fail of its supply. It will help you out of many a danger, out of many a difficulty.” The Prince thought deeply. “What shall I place within it that will have such power?” he asked at last. The Wise One smiled. “That is easy enough to choose,” he answered. “In the one side place a burning coal; put in the other a handful of ash. Nothing else could possibly be so unfailingly useful wherever you may go.” Surprised at such an answer, Prince Radiance gazed at him without obeying. “It is as I have told you,” the ancient one assured him. “You will find it so.” Then the Prince stooped to the fire that was burning on the hearth, and filled the Pouch as he had been directed, and fastened it to his side, the Wise One watching him meanwhile with a kindly smile.