They travelled and journeyed, and once the princess beckoned to Miklos, and asked: “My heart’s beautiful love, renowned Kiss Miklos, tell me, on thy true soul, art thou taking me for thyself, or for another? If for thyself, very well; if not, I’ll play tricks with thee.”
“I am taking thee for myself; I am taking thee for another,” answered Miklos.
No more was said. Once while turning and winding, the beautiful maiden is gone, the coach is empty. “Oh, the dog is in the garden!” They stop, search the six-horse coach, but find no beautiful princess.
“Here, good friend Far Seer,” said Miklos, “stand forth, look around! Where is our beautiful bird?”
Far Seer surveyed the deep sea, but got no sight of the princess. “She is not in the sea.”
“If she is not in the sea, look on dry land.”
Far Seer looked around again, and he saw that the princess was at home, in the very middle of her father’s garden, on the highest top of a blooming apple-tree, hidden in a ripe red apple. “I have found her!” said Far Seer.
“Where is she?”
“At home, in the very centre of the garden, hidden on the highest top of an apple-tree, in the middle of a ripe red apple.”
“Here, Swift Runner, come forth!”