"Look!" cried Keen Eyes. "Do you see that immense rock yonder?"
"Yes."
"Keep your eyes on it! In an instant it shall fly to pieces."
Keen Eyes removed his bandage, looked steadily upon the imposing mass of granite, and it seemed to melt before his eyes; it crumbled and fell to pieces.
"My friend," said the Prince, "you are an extraordinary man. If you will come with me, I will take you as my servant."
Keen Eyes gladly accepted the offer.
After travelling a little farther, Prince Erian and his servants, Long, Large, and Keen Eyes, came upon a magnificent castle, the walls of which were armored with iron and brass. This castle belonged to the terrible Magor, the King of the Magicians, who held the Princess of Golconda in the spell of his enchantment.
"This is the end of our journey," said Prince Erian.
He then explained to his servants the bold scheme he had in mind, and they made an effort to enter at once into the castle, but the door was made of brass and it was barred and locked.
"What shall we do?" said the young Prince.