“And moreover,” said the lad, “I have put a sign upon your forehead with my own lips. Look at your image in yonder pond, and you will see that you are my betrothed.”
The Queen looked at her reflected image in the water, and seeing the mark of the lad’s kiss, exclaimed:
“Hero, you are worthy of me; I am yours hereafter.”
A wedding festival for forty days and forty nights was celebrated. After this the couple went to the church to be married. The Fairy Nightingale began to warble, and sang them a thousand and one songs. It is still singing, and all the world is wondering at its sweet melodies.
Three apples fell from heaven; one for me, one for the story-teller, and one for him who entertained the company.
THE DREAMER.
A father and mother once lived whose son was a dreamer. One morning the lad arose and said to his mother:
“Mother, I dreamed a dream last night, but I will not tell it.”
“Why will you not tell it?” asked the mother.