His servants obeyed him, and very soon in came an enchantingly handsome young prince, dressed in rich silk, ornamented with pearls and diamonds. “Young man,” said the King, “you are welcome, whoever you may be. Do me the favor to be my guest as long as you remain in my capital.” “Many thanks, sire,” replied the captain, “I accept your offer.” “My daughter is about to be married,” said the King; “will you give her away?” “I shall be charmed, sire.” Soon after came the Princess and her betrothed. “Why, how is this?” cried the young captain; “would you marry this charming princess to such a man as that?” “But he is my prime minister’s son!” “What does that matter? I cannot give your daughter away. The man she is betrothed to is one of my servants.” “Your servant?” “Without doubt. I met him in a distant town reduced to carrying away dust and rubbish from the houses. I had pity on him and engaged him as one of my servants.” “It is impossible!” cried the King. “Do you wish me to prove what I say? This young man returned in a vessel which I fitted out for him, an unseaworthy ship with a black battered hull, and the sailors were infirm and crippled.” “It is quite true,” said the King. “It is false,” cried the minister’s son. “I do not know this man!” “Sire,” said the young captain, “order your daughter’s betrothed to be stripped, and see if the mark of my ring is not branded upon his back.” The King was about to give this order, when the minister’s son, to save himself from such an indignity, admitted that the story was true. “And now, sire,” said the young captain, “do you not recognize me?” “I recognize you,” said the Princess; “you are the gardener’s son whom I have always loved, and it is you I wish to marry.” “Young man, you shall be my son-in-law,” cried the King. “The marriage festivities are already begun, so you shall marry my daughter this very day.” And so that very day the gardener’s son married the beautiful Princess. Several months passed. The young couple were as happy as the day was long, and the King was more and more pleased with himself for having secured such a son-in-law. But, presently, the captain of the golden ship found it necessary to take a long voyage, and after embracing his wife tenderly he embarked. Now in the outskirts of the capital there lived an old man, who had spent his life in studying black arts--alchemy, astrology, magic, and enchantment. This man found out that the gardener’s son had only succeeded in marrying the Princess by the help of the genii who obeyed the bronze ring. “I will have that ring,” said he to himself. So he went down to the sea-shore and caught some little red fishes. Really, they were quite wonderfully pretty. Then he came back, and, passing before the Princess’s window, he began to cry out: “Who wants some pretty little red fishes?” The Princess heard him, and sent out one of her slaves, who said to the old peddler: “What will you take for your fish?”