Eventually, with much difficulty and the loss of the greater part of his feathers, the bird procured the ring, and flew back with it to Paris. N’Oun Doare hastened to present the ring to the Princess.
“Now, fair one,” said the impatient King, “why delay our wedding longer?”
“Nay,” said she, pouting discontentedly, “there is one thing that I wish, and without it I will do nothing.”
“What do you desire? You have only to speak and it shall be brought.”
“Well, transport my château with all it contains opposite to yours.”
“What!” cried the King, aghast. “Impossible!”
“Well, then, it is just as impossible that I should marry you, for without my château I shall not consent.”
For a second time the King gave N’Oun Doare what seemed an insurmountable task.
“Now indeed I am as good as lost!” lamented the youth as they came to the château and he saw its massive walls towering above him.