At these words, Mirza's deceitful servant ran to the window of the palace and asked:
"Tell me, good woman, for what will you sell such a beautiful rose?"
"I will sell it for an eye," said the old woman.
"Heavens! what would you do with an eye?" said the maid-servant.
"That is my affair," said the old woman.
"Well, then," said the waiting-maid, "stay a moment;" and she ran to her room; and as she had been careful enough to save the eyes of her mistress, she took one and gave it to the old woman.
"Take this, good woman," she exclaimed.
"And here is your rose," said the old woman.
At night, when the prince returned to the palace, his mother-in-law said to him: