"Ring of Agrajes, I want to see the Blue Ivy," he exclaimed.
Instantly he saw, within reach of his hand, a lovely ivy that, clinging to an oak, displayed beautiful leaves to the winds.
"Do not cut me now," cried the Ivy, "because your sister is going to die, and you will not arrive in time. Death is now close to her bedside."
"Ring of Agrajes," exclaimed Enrique at once, "bring Death to me tied up."
Hardly had he finished saying it than Death appeared quite dishevelled, without her scythe, her elbows tied together like a criminal. All the health-giving plants began to applaud.
"Bravo, bravo!" they cried.
"Don't spare her; she is our enemy!" shouted some.
"Don't let her go, and the world will be grateful to you!" said others.
"What have you done to my sister?" said Enrique, angrily.
"Nothing yet, but as soon as you let me go you will see," answered Death.