"'We shall meet to-morrow,' said Clever, for so they had agreed, and thus saying he rode away.
"Prince Sturdy also arose and entered a wood near by, for he was sick at heart and desired to see no man's face.
"In a little while he was aware of two wild roses beside a rock on which he had seated himself. As he thought of the Lady he wept, and just one tear fell upon a rose.
"Then said a faint clear voice, 'The dew falls.'
"'I hope it is rain,' said another voice which was still more sweet and pure.
"'Ah,' sighed the Prince, 'happy roses!'
"'Why do you weep?' said the roses, for it was their voices he had heard.
"'Because I may not steal a lady's kiss,' said the Prince, 'and because I want a tress of golden hair the like of which is not to be had on earth.'
"'We don't know much about kisses,' said the rose. 'But it is pleasant to touch a young rose bud when the winds blow us against one another. I suppose that is a kiss.'
"'Yes,' said Sturdy laughing, as he pushed the two roses together till their red lips touched.