That night they took unusual precautions, but all was in vain, for when they awoke the next morning the Princess of Golconda had again disappeared.
"Awake, friends! Arise!" cried the young Prince, when he made the discovery. "The Princess is gone? Let us search for her."
Long and willingly they searched, but all in vain. Keen Eyes himself was puzzled. He looked into the sky and on the earth, penetrated the mountains, and looked into the bottom of the precipice. He could see nothing that resembled the beautiful young Princess.
"Ah, well!" cried Prince Erian. "The Sorcerer is stronger than we. This time we are lost."
The sun was already high up in the heavens, and the time was approaching when the King of the Magicians was to make his appearance and demand the Princess.
But Keen Eyes did not despair. His keen glance searched everywhere. Suddenly he gave a cry of joy.
"Victory! victory! The Princess is ours! I have discovered her hiding-place."
"Where is it?" cried Prince Erian. "Quick! Time is precious."
"Do you see yonder—away yonder in the Black Sea," said Keen Eyes, pointing as eagerly as if all eyes were as keen as his—"do you see that wave rocked by the hurricane, ascending to the surface and descending to the depths of the abyss, pushed here and thrown there by the storm? In the centre of that tremendous wave there is a void. In that void is a ring. In that ring is your beautiful Princess."
"What shall we do, my friends? What shall we do?" cried the young Prince.