Dazed and delighted as he was, there was, nevertheless, a mystery that puzzled the young Prince. In the first of the twelve windows stood a young girl whose head was covered with a gauze veil. She alone had not turned when the King's son entered. Prince Erian stepped to her side and removed the veil.
"Why do you look at me?" she asked, sadly.
"Because," he replied, "you are the most charming of all the marvellous beauties that surround you; because you are like the moon among the stars—like the rose among the flowers of a garden."
"What do you desire of me?" the young girl asked.
"Something that makes me tremble to say it," responded Prince Erian. "I want to make you my Queen, and live at your side."
"Alas! to marry me you must rescue me. I am the prisoner of the most powerful magician of the earth. I am held captive by Magor, the King of the Sorcerers."
"No matter!" cried the young Prince. "I shall rescue you. I shall die if I do not make you mine."
"May you be victorious over my deadly enemy; but, unfortunate that I am!" sighed the beautiful prisoner, "I fear you will share the sad fate of the many gallant young princes who have wished to deliver me from my bonds."
Quite happy, Prince Erian returned to his father.
"Well," said the King, "did you meet the lady of your dreams?"