Flann thought upon the Princess Flame-of-Wine. He walked through the town after the King’s Son had ridden after the Enchanter, without noticing anyone until he heard a call and saw Mogue standing beside a little tent that he had set up before the Bull’s Field.
Flann went to Mogue and found him very disconsolate on account of the loss of the horse he had brought into the town. “This is a bad town to be in,” said Mogue, “and unless I persuade yourself to become partners with me I shall have done badly in it. Join with me now and we’ll do some fine feats together.”
“It would not become a King’s Son to join with a robber-captain,” said Flann.
“Fine talk, fine talk,” said Mogue. He thought that Flann was jesting with him when he spoke of himself as a King’s Son.
“I want to sell three treasures I have with me,” said Mogue. “I have the most wonderful things that were ever brought into this town.”
“Show them to me,” said Flann.
Mogue opened one of his packs and took out a box. When he opened this box a fragrance came such as Flann had never felt before. “What is that that smells like a garden of sweet flowers?” said Flann.
“It is the Rose of Sweet Smells,” said Mogue, and he took a little rose out of the box. “It never withers and its fragrance is never any less. It is a treasure for a King’s daughter. But I will not show it in this town.”
“And what is that shining thing in the box?”
“It is the Comb of Magnificence. That is another treasure for a King’s daughter. The maiden who would wear it would look the most queenly woman in the Kingdom. But I won’t show that either.”