"So it is a boat which the fair lady is looking for," thought the thief. "I was expecting this good horse to carry us the whole distance. A boat is a bit difficult to arrange, but it can be done if necessary. There ought to be a boat around somewhere for me to steal."
He left the daughter of the king of Naples on the shore while he went to steal a boat. When he returned the light shone upon his face and the girl thought that he did not look the same as the day before.
"Of course, I've seen him only twice," she told herself in an effort to gain assurance. "It must be the prince, my own true love."
"Here is our boat," said the robber, and together they embarked.
As the morning light shone upon the robber the princess saw that he was not in the least like the prince who had come a-peddling. The robber laughed.
"Does my lady know with whom she is going away?" he asked.
"I thought I was going with the prince who is my lover," she replied, bursting into bitter tears.
Running away was not half so romantic and delightful as she had pictured it. She heartily wished that she were back in the royal palace.
As for the prince, he soon awoke and looked about the palace garden where he was lying under the tree.
"How did I get here?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes sleepily.