The clock struck the hour of noon!
At sight of the Princess, the King of the Magicians trembled and a terrible cry burst from his lips. Then, transforming himself into a raven, he disappeared in space.
The third iron band had fallen from Magor's waist and broken.
Meanwhile a marvellous change was taking place. The spell of the wicked Sorcerer was destroyed. The statues came to life. On all sides gay laughter and joyous songs could be heard, and one might have thought that these people, Knights and Princes, were the invited guests at a wedding.
And so they were, for the marriage of the beautiful Princess of Golconda took place at once, and the guests were the Knights and Princes who had been restored to life. All of them took part in the festivities, and at daybreak they were still dancing in the Sorcerer's castle.
As soon as possible Prince Erian and his charming Princess turned their steps in the direction of that distant city where the aged King was waiting with impatience for his beloved son. Large had not yet returned, but Long went after him, and, all together, they wended their way toward the palace where Prince Erian first saw the light.
The joy of the Prince's parents cannot be described. They were never tired of embracing their child. They overwhelmed him with questions, and then kissed and caressed him, and thus prevented him from talking. Nor was the beautiful Princess forgotten; each one embraced her, and received her as Prince Erian's wife should be received.
The festivities lasted many days, and when they were over, Long, Large, and Keen Eyes asked to leave the Prince.
"Why leave me?" said Prince Erian. "You know how much I owe you, and whether I love you. Remain with me always."
"No," replied Keen Eyes, "the palace stifles us, and the fine clothes we wear are uncomfortable. We are useless at this court."