As soon as the king awoke next morning he ran to the window, and there
across the plain he beheld the palace.
‘That young man must be a great wizard; he may be useful to me.’ And
when the mother came again to tell him that his orders had been
fulfilled he received her with great honour, and bade her tell her son
that the wedding was fixed for the following day.
The princess was delighted with her new home, and with her husband
also; and several days slipped happily by, spent in turning over all
the beautiful things that the palace contained. But at length the
young man grew tired of always staying inside walls, and he told his
wife that the next day he must leave her for a few hours, and go out
hunting. ‘You will not mind?’ he asked. And she answered as became a
good wife:
‘Yes, of course I shall mind; but I will spend the day in planning out
some new dresses; and then it will be so delightful when you come back,
you know!’
So the husband went off to hunt, with the falcon on his wrist, and the
greyhound and the cat behind him--for the palace was so warm that even
the cat did not mind living in it.
No sooner had he gone, than the ogre who had been watching his chance
for many days, knocked at the door of the palace.
‘I have just returned from a far country,’ he said, ‘and I have some of
the largest and most brilliant stones in the world with me. The
princess is known to love beautiful things, perhaps she might like to
buy some?’
Now the princess had been wondering for many days what trimming she
should put on her dresses, so that they should outshine the dresses of
the other ladies at the court balls. Nothing that she thought of
seemed good enough, so, when the message was brought that the ogre and
his wares were below, she at once ordered that he should be brought to
her chamber.
Oh! what beautiful stones he laid before her; what lovely rubies, and
what rare pearls! No other lady would have jewels like those--of that
the princess was quite sure; but she cast down her eyes so that the
ogre might not see how much she longed for them.
‘I fear they are too costly for me,’ she said carelessly; ‘and besides,
I have hardly need of any more jewels just now.’
‘I have no particular wish to sell them myself,’ answered the ogre,
with equal indifference. ‘But I have a necklace of shining stones
which was left me by father, and one, the largest engraven with weird
characters, is missing. I have heard that it is in your husband’s
possession, and if you can get me that stone you shall have any of
these jewels that you choose. But you will have to pretend that you
want it for yourself; and, above all, do not mention me, for he sets
great store by it, and would never part with it to a stranger!
To-morrow I will return with some jewels yet finer than those I have
with me to-day. So, madam, farewell!’
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