At last the youngest princess said, that he who had such costly articles, might perhaps have others still more suitable to them.
"Very possibly," returned the pedlar.
But her sisters bade her be quiet, and remember Commander Rod's threat.
Shortly after, when the princesses were sitting at the window, the king's son came again in his coarse sailor jacket, carrying the chest with the golden crowns.
On entering the hall, he opened the chest, and now when the princesses recognised each her own golden crown, the youngest princess said:—"To me it seems only fair and just, that he who suffers for us, should receive the reward to which he is entitled; our deliverer is not Commander Rod, but he who has now brought us our golden crowns, is also he who destroyed the wizard."
Then the king's son threw off his jacket, and stood there far more splendidly attired than any of the rest.
The king now caused Commander Rod to be put to death for his perfidy, and gave his daughter in marriage to the young prince.
The rejoicings in the royal residence were very great, and each prince took his princess away to a different realm, so that the tale was told and talked about in no less than twelve distinct kingdoms.