"See," it whispered, and there were the lovers, lying lost in sleep.
But the old man's wolfish eyes saw but one thing. There lay the leather bag of his treasure just as he had left it. Without a word, he snatched it up and hastened off with it down the wood, gurgling uncouthly to himself.
"Oh, my beauties!" he cried, as he sat himself down afar off and poured out the gold and the silver and the gleaming stones into the moonlight. "Oh, my love, my life, and my delight! What other dream could I have but you?"
Meanwhile, the lovers stirred in their sleep, and murmured to each other.
"I seemed to hear singing," each said.
And, half opening their eyes, they saw their dream shining and singing above them in the moonbeams, lovelier than ever before, a shape of heavenly silver, with two stars for its eyes.
"Our dream has come back!" they cried to each other. "Dear dream, we had to lose you to know how beautiful you are!"
And with a happy sigh they turned to sleep again, while the dream kept watch over them till the dawn.