"It is for you, my good woman, but on one condition."
"What is that?"
The poor blind girl smiled, and from her lips fell a rose so beautiful and sweet that there had been none like it before. Mirza answered:
"Take this rose and go into the prince's city, and call out, 'Who will buy this flower? who will buy this rose?'"
"And in order to please you," said the old woman, "how much must I sell it for?"
"You must give it," said the princess, "for neither gold nor silver."
"And for what shall I sell it?" said the old woman.
"You shall demand an eye for it," said the princess.
The old woman followed the directions to the letter. When she arrived in the city of the prince, she cried out:
"Who will buy this flower? Who will buy this rose?"