Flann took the rose from under his cloak. Its fragrance came to Flame-of-Wine and she turned to him again.
“This is the Rose of Sweet Smells,” said Flann. “Will you take it from me, Princess?”
She came back to him and took the rose in her hand, and there was wonder in her face.
“It will never wither, and its fragrance will never fail,” said Flann. “It is the Rose of Sweet Smells. A King’s daughter should have it.”
Flame-of-Wine held the rose in her hand, and smiled on Flann. “What is your name, King’s Son?” said she, with bright and friendly eyes.
“Flann,” he said.
“Walk with me, Flann,” said she. They walked along the orchard paths, and the youths and maidens turned towards the fragrance that the Rose of Sweet Smells gave. Flame-of-Wine laughed, and said, “They all wonder at the treasure you have brought me, Flann. If you could hear what I shall tell them about you! I shall tell them that you are the son of a King of Arabia—no less. They will believe me because you have brought me such a treasure! I suppose there is nothing more wonderful than this rose!”
Then Flann told her about the other wonderful thing he had seen—the Comb of Magnificence. “A King’s daughter should have such a treasure,” said Flame-of-Wine. “Oh, how jealous I should be if someone brought the Comb of Magnificence to either of my two sisters—to Bloom-of-Youth or Breast-of-Light. I should think then that this rose was not such a treasure after all.”
When he was leaving the orchard she plucked a flower and gave it to him. “Come and walk in the orchard with me to-morrow,” she said.
“Surely I will come,” said Flann.