"See this beautiful rose. There is none like it in the flower-gardens. My daughter made it with a smile."
"It came in good time," said the young prince, "but I can scarcely believe it. A thousand times I have seen your daughter smile, and nothing has fallen from her lips."
All this time, the old woman, who had sold her rose for the eye, was on her way to the Princess Mirza. But as she went along, the eye fell from her hand and was lost. She hunted for it a long time, but meanwhile the eye, apparently directed by the good fairies, made its way to the blind girl, who put it in its place and immediately she saw clearly. The old woman returned disconsolate.
"Alas! my beautiful child," she exclaimed, weeping, "I sold your rose as you directed me, but, unfortunately, the eye I received as the price escaped from my hands and I could not find it, though I hunted for it far and wide."
"Do not trouble yourself, my good woman," and Mirza smiled, and another rose fell from her lips.
"Go," said she again, "and sell this flower on the same conditions."
The rose was carried to the castle as the other had been, and sold for the other eye.
The princess recovered her sight, and regained her beauty. Shortly afterward, the beautiful Mirza said to her companion:
"Go into the towns and villages, and inquire by which road the king of this country goes on his hunting excursions."