For a while they sat on, inconsolable. Then a thought came to the girl.
"Some one must have stolen it from us. It would never have left us of its own accord," said she.
And, as she spoke, her eyes fell on the forgotten treasure.
"What use are these to us now, without our dream?" she said.
"Who knows?" said the young man; "perhaps some one has stolen our dream to sell it into bondage. We must go and seek it, and maybe we can buy it back again with this treasure."
"Let us start at once," said the girl, drying her tears at this ray of hope; and so, replacing the treasure in the bag, the young man slung it at the end of his staff, and together they set off down the wood, seeking their lost dream.
Meanwhile, the old man had journeyed hastily and far, the dream following in his footsteps, sorrowing; and at length he came to a fair meadow, and by the edge of a stream he sat down to rest himself, and called the dream to his side.
The dream shone nothing like so brightly as in the moonlit woodland, and its eyes were heavy as with weeping.
"Sing to me," said the old man, "to cheer my tired heart."