“‘Must I walk?’ asked Eolen, looking at her satin slippers.
“‘Nonsense!’ exclaimed the old man. Then he tapped in another part of the wall. ‘Nephew! Nephew! Where are you?’
“‘Wherever you wish me to be,’ a voice replied, and then the wall opened, and out stepped the handsome stranger who had given Eolen the gold ring. ‘What do you want?’
“‘A carriage and horses,’ said the old man.
“‘They are at the door,’ was the reply, ‘and I’ll drive them myself.’
“Sure enough, there stood at the door a coach and four, and Eolen was carried to the palace in grand style. Liveried servants appeared and spread a strip of carpet before her, and the Cow with the Golden Horns came running to meet her, and in a moment she had the ring. Then the people set up a loud shout, crying:—
“‘The Princess! the Princess!’
SHE WOULD HAVE KNELT, BUT HE LIFTED HER UP
“And then the Prince came out and went to her. She would have knelt, but he lifted her up and knelt himself before her, and kissed her hand, and smiled on her, for she was the lovely girl he had seen in the picture.”