"I am neither magician nor sorcerer," replied the enthusiastic young Prince; "but I have all the power of both, since I love you. Do not despair. Let me do as I wish. My friends, with their extraordinary gifts, are your friends, and they are devoted to your cause."
"We will deliver you!" "We will deliver you!" exclaimed Long, Large, and Keen Eyes.
"May you succeed!" sighed the unhappy Princess. "But my hopes have been dashed to the ground so many times that I dare not depend on anyone."
All day long the young Princess of Golconda and Prince Erian walked together and were happy, forgetting for the time the terrible contest that was to take place, the outcome of which was wrapped in so much uncertainty.
Suddenly the Princess disappeared. Magor, the King of the Magicians, had called her.
The sun was disappearing little by little below the horizon, and its golden rays were fading before the approaching night.
All disconsolate, Prince Erian turned his steps toward the castle. His anxiety for the Princess was extreme, but, with joyful surprise, he found her awaiting him at the door.
"Welcome, my Prince!" she said, and together they entered the castle.
An elegant repast was spread. The most delicate dishes, the most exquisite wines, burdened the table.
"Come, my friends!" cried the Sorcerer, "eat, drink, and be merry! This may be your last meal."